battle
I am Pukka. These are my battles.
Lyrics
This kid’s a major throwback, like a cage with no crabs/
Your style is gay and so wack, you hit the stage to no claps/
There ain’t no way you gonn last, shit, my text ya lost ta/
Keep hiding behind Lieutenant cause I’m an expert shadow boxer/
I own the verbal spits bitch, you’re out of your element/
You ain’t fuckin’ with no one ARMZ, you’re audio celibate/
Front like you’re ill, but to me that’s irrelevant/
Quit swallowing the mic, man, why are you yellin’ shit?/
Hide your trash lyrics behind boisterous cryin’/
Sound like the faggot love child of DMX and Madd Lion/
You’re not the only one that I’m affectin’ when I hurt your pride/
I’ll punch you in the jaw and leave Lieutenant circumsized/
Usin’ low blows like say…. De-Star’s kid/
Won’t point the finger at Sezsions and be like “he started”/
ARMZ is retarded, because he wasn’t hugged lots/
And now he’s using his avvy to display his mugshots/
My punches hit like the rough smack from hollows/
I bet he’s gonna post first cause I’m a tough act to follow/
I heard about your girl and the nuts that she swallows/
And I’m a paint her whiter than a fresh canvas Pikasso/
My family’s pissed, all blowin’ up my celly/
Cause I skipped Thanksgiving just to fit you in my belly/
I’m droppin’ a track that you have no hope to beat/
Shit, people in other battle threads vote for me!/
Megaman ARMZ absorbs whoever he defeats/
Because I hear nothing but Played Words whenever he speaks!/
I mean this will be a good battle, that’s on the assumption/
That you don’t use hockey punches and a dozen punch-ins/
Ain’t nothing left to diss bitch, and I ain’t lyin’/
Because you’ve got no pride, like sterile lions/
