First battle of the IRBC
Lyrics
Claim you perform on a norm, but the second i let go
we got more paricipants than your last event thrown
I laugh, kick your ass, you don't have no fans
so at a show the only (whoa) is from ambulance
say you a slasher, murder and that's it
ha, real funny cuz buddy couldn't hacket
my rhymes fly, you, juggalo
I got talent and skills you can't juggle those
all ya tracks wack, i'm spittin til this fags gone
dudes like an amputee, no joints to stand on
2 skitzo sounds that's the label you run
but when bad meets worse it just blends into one
dro kin, what you blow and your fam
get it mixed together thats you goin' low on your man
i hold it down put this nut thru a washer n abuse son
take his head, twist it left and prove that he's screwed up
crafted with a dull pencil you lack poignance
this battles like my utensil the craps pointless
you aint rap on beat, it's just fast noises
testin a vet just adds to bad choices
since your momma gave birth n wished you were still
not showin up the only verse you could kill
I'm real, you fake, claiming you do some
bring another from your crew...I'll leave two sonned (Tuscon)
I'm hot as two sons it's like i'm spittin for the belt
i'd keep clowin this kid, but he already did it to himself