week one rapflava battle league
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meant to be raw, never heard you spit a heavenly bar
leaving you injured like nba stars when my sentences start
prepare to be stopped like a penalty shot
cuz im gonna score empty netted or not
my punches hit your head til you forget what you thought
leaving you dead like I'm letting you rot
vulgar, these vultures will stick to the plot
eat your carcass backwords like beginning with dot (.)
sinning a lot, commiting plenty criminal thoughts
i spit lighting, you wooly socks, just a minimal shock
not afraid of you or the braids that you grew
must be missing a dj cuz you ain't got a clue
you as famous as who? aint no one got your back
like a vacant caboose, it isnt front page
but it making it news how your gay and abused
wanted royal blood so you're painting it blue?
aint it the truth, you're style
is as fake as your crew, it's wild
how basic is you, fuck it though
I blame it on the poor job your parents did raising you
saying you can be anything when in reality
rap isn't something you do well so stick with a salary
please leave the battling for ones who can handle it
no punches you bring seem to leave any damages
man it's just a man without a face like a manequin
or the man in your avatar, magic dampening
that was then, this is now, thinking how
my opponent's mouth see's more crumbs than a kitchen towel
dont even bother, right now I'll end this
if they say your vulgar I'm down right offensive
sent to spit it infinite on this mental high shit
taking vulgar out the picture like parental guidance