my battle vs. nicknaim at rb.com
Lyrics
a faggit went out to do battles fo fame/
none inventive that's why they called him nicknaim/
unexperienced in rap like a virgin in bed/
but M.O.C will rip this cat listen up u flathead.
I let lyrical slugs fly, that's why u die right/
killin u wit this drive by, light ur ass that's how u shine bright/
shine ur wit fag-rhymes, I punch u til u spit blood/
feel my foot in ya face wit sum shoes made outta wood/
come to my hood if u want beef down in central europe/
u can hang around wit me wit ur head tied on a rope/
hangin at the highest tree, guess u try to diss me cause I'm a german mc/
I diss u back wit the fact, u'll never be an mc/
like M.O.C., I cut ur dick so u a she, no G, dickridin, eggsuckin
motherfuckin faggit/
I could battle u wit a no-show u fuckin homo/
u rap like everybody does NickNaim no name another Joe Schmoe.
against nappz u said that u recorded the shit quick/
and he still gets ripped what the fuck that rhymes where shit/
it's a known prejudice, that germans gotta do shit perfect/
from where ever u do too cause ur rhymes is perfect shit/
u flathead rapper, I'ma make a war outta this conflict/
yo faggit sumbody should invent a "fag and herb kill kit"/
and I will cause u fuckin punk ain't worthy to live/
and this kit is myself stab u wit a stainless chiv/
and what about that battle betwen skandalous and u, bitch/
I read that mothafuckin thread thought u two ridiculous/
u wanna battle? idiot I consider u as a snack/
but u lesser u're peanuts that still tryna rap/
yo ur head's fulla shit u ain't even got no brain/
u ain't inventive enough to get a fuckin nicknaim/
u like virgin gettin fucked fo real fo the first time/
u pussy fellin hurt gettin banged wit this punchlines.
