Friendly battle against my boy Dr Spike (--ds--) from school..
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Lyrics
*Intro/Outro*
I`mma smack the fuck right out you, till I tatter ya clothes
Shatter ya nose, batter ya till ya casket is closed
I`m like the rapture with flows, battle with me you`re sinking fast
Cracking your jaw like glass, kid, you never gon` last
I couldn`t touch you on the mic? You`re right, I never hit girls
I`ll still enter your excuse for a life and gladly shatter your world
Ya universe`s axis is curled when I sport horns like I`m a demon
Killing you with little reason other than the hunting sign said "pussy season"
If you were underground dawg, it`d be in your basement with a lighter
Flipping through your phonebooks at night as you`re trying to hire a ghostwriter
So you can claim you`re down like this but you`re still a mile above the surface
Getting scorched from below by this self proclaimed hellfire spitting serpent
I never meant to murder you on purpose.. it was just something that somehow happened
Added to the already mile high stack of murder mysteries from when I`m rapping
I`ve had enough of all your gabbing, Doctor, you probably know this
But the way that your nose`ll twist`ll cause pain compliments of my closed fist
Doctor Spike`s getting deflated for thinking that he`s the greatest
Talking shit about my raps then he went and, heard em then masturbated
I`m leaving Spike lacerated with veins cut in seven places
Choked with shoelaces so thatcha last sight is seven demonic faces
