Ralph Malph Battle Diss Hardcore Rap Hip Hop Kleetus Kleaver
Lyrics
I got mind control..
Watch me make him spit a wack verse..
Na-na-na-na-na
I aint gotta hear his track first.
He's a bitch ass..and what i meen by that Pro..
You got a case of faggot wrists and jersey tunnel asshole..
His girls a fan of TIPs..and what i meen by this..
She tried to give'em head and couldnt get it past her lips..
He gets a period..I'm through with this dudes lies,
when i clothesline and let'em see my humurus side..
what i do to whores..
you wanna go around with Pro, you better call the Scooter Store..
His limited mobility is killin him now..
This senior citizen isnt the competition i'm after..
and plus he's never even been to town..
He's from a dirtroad..and i aint got zits..
if i want Pro active on my nuts i'd shoplift..
Dont let it go to your head pro, you're not a problem..
Yeah, he gets it poppin when he gets outta bed yo..
This aint a test ho..its an emergency broadcast..
Your lips are the broadest..the list of your drawbacks..
Is longer than distance across them..
which in itself is something of an algebra problem..
Fuck math, for Pro to even show is a rare case..
I've seen less plane versus in an air race...
I gott'em duckin and divin and tryin to hide inside himself..
Pros a bigger waste of paper than the bible belt..
You wanna see'em witherite?..Check your elements..
I swing a heavy metal blades and betcha that i Barium..
He aint scary, he's a fan of mechanics..
now he's handeling more units than your heating and air man is..
