A simple freestyle battle challenge. Not a song for s real tealent display.
Intro
Ay Yo, This is for Devil’s Flem and Rectify Trinity. You think you got something to prove? Well so do I bitches! So the fuck do I!
Ay yo I’m coming straight out the gate and I’mma rip y’all asses
ring the bell school’s in session, and I’m instructin’ these classes
Lesson one
has begun
I’mma teach you hos who’s boss
don’t count on takin no titles, battling us equals loss
Do y’all really think compared these Dymes you can spit?
Can’t even walk cuz you tramps are steady swinging on our clits
think you ill? Watch me pull my panties down and take a shit
on yah verses and yah bars, stick to suckin’ 411 dick!
disrespectin' & that didn’t go unnoticed at all
bow down bitches cuz the Dymes are gonna be yah down fall
You fuckin’ netcee bitches
you fuckin’ vex me bitches
y’all some keyboard whores
I’mma choke you with your own speaker cords
I’mma “hack” your ass so bad the cyber police gone lock me up
glad they finally caught the killer of the CPU sluts
here’s where you start to realize the Dymes been underrated
we cumming so hard its like we grabbed the mic and masturbated
questioning our name as if the descript don't fit
forcing us to break out the do-it-yourself home studio kit
we past closet artist quality but you ain't though
you perform in mommy's pantry, I'll hit the studio
Destroying Your Motherfucking Egos equals dyme
you asking for a battle but you just a waste of my time
typical of whores begging to get fucked
you got balls coming at us, gotta dick to suck?
cut you lyrically like I got razors on my tongue
blowing yah head off when I bust these verbal guns
about to explode like a bomb, you pussies gone meet yah doom
TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK-TICK-TOCK BOOM!!