battle on gold mic...i absolutly destroy this kid...DESTROYED...wow i f***ed him up...holla
This was a time of transitioning. Finding my voice, my style, honing my skill and finding who i was as an artist.
Lyrics
1st Verse:
i knock the shit out this kid with the slightest touch,you couldnt rap a gold mic if u had the midus touch//
slightly rushed ill leave this blind shaded newbie, dirty version ya mom dont let u see R rated movies//
he IM'ed me askin me questions like it was his buisness, but i closed the door on his ass like a jahovas whitness//
Stay spittin?, u being nice thats the greatest hoax, dont like the east side so stay on the west coast//
ya ur gangsta but who would have knew, we can tell ur real nice cause ur the only one in ya crew//
i dont care what u fuckin do, strangle u till ur blue, so i can walk around with ya body matchin my shoes//
Battle treduse u made a bad choice, trying to pull of gangster with ya hill billy voice, im makin a void//
try to avoid this sad lame, cause i listen to everyone of his audios and they all sound the same//
loud, out of order, and off beat, then i relize it cured my insomina and put me 2 sleep//
so listen to me treduse is kickin ya feet, punches so hard for now on ur only spittin ya teeth//
hard hittin the beat, ya writtins are weak, you live in california how the fuck u touchin the streets?//
i keep shit movin like wheels under trucks, plus he sqeeks more then a little childs rubber duck//
PreVerse:I strangle this child, let hang him for a while, when im done ill be like mc donalds i came with a smile//
this game is wild dont get caught in the hype, closed for the night u may never again see the light//
you wanna hop on these nuts, leave u with abominable cuts, ya horrible on the mic and that aint a plus//
i dont understand how u want some more, cause the next time ull see treduse ull be laying on the floor//
2nd Verse:
i dont get it how this kid rappin hard, i wish i could have ya rhymes so i could smack ya bars//
crack ya jaw, askin for more ur crazy, if you show is somethin that will actually amaze me//
i wish ud spit some personals u dont even know me, but u were talkin to me like u are my homie//
i dont get this kid, i guess he thinks hell win, fuck a K.O. punch im goin in for the pin//
im insanse, deranged, pop out ya brains, take ya own pen and stab u in the gugular vein//
nothing has changed i dont know u, and i never will, let ya fluid spill, im vishious im willin got kill//
ya sounded cool and all....but... u hopped on my nuts like a 2 dollar slut//
like ya willin to cut thats not how i play, askin me all personal questions like he was gay//
wanting to play my dick like an instrument, askin me my age and shit like i was intrested//
u gotta go somewere with that, befor a clap and put 3 in ya fitted cap treduse aint scared of gats//
ur horrible dog u should quit rap and imma tell u like that, he talkin shit like he wants to get slapped//
hahaha..
re agrange his backround like this thugs wrong, you cant battle so "lil Jon" stick to club songs//
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