This is for round 2 HHH Tourney 7
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This is a section dedicated to various Audio Battle tracks.
Lyrics
i ain't really worried about u g//
cuz u no showed to the triple threat battle verses me//
so if u decide to actually drop a weak verse i'll compare you to high
thai and still wonder who is worse//
this is round 2 and i'm still up against a text mc//
Prod hook me up with someone i mean someone with mic capability//
on the ball court Kudos u'd prolly whoop my ass//
when it comes to rap u're like Stanley Ipkiss without the Mask//
no power, delivery or special ability, just like ICP KUDOS is pretty
silly//
an insane clown possessing rhymes that are neglecting any ability of
mic professing//
for Christmas dog Ima buy you the video professor maybe his cd-collection
will make your audios better//
u just another contender in the way of my crown, i can see you now
at your computer turning that smile upside down//
i hope u listen to this first so u can feed off my verse cuz without my input
you'll be out of style like bitches in poodle skirts//
we all know rhymes don't hurt so why u in the corner wheepin'//
prolly cuz after this round you'll have nothin to do on the weekend//
i already took out number 4 now i'm gunnin' for number five//
still can't believe u got seeded that high, when u're only accomplishment
was taking out High Five//
don't lie, u know u thanking god Brok Homz showed up late, i could have
beat that verse if I left my track blank//
u're done, finished, its the fourth quarter, no fouls to give, i'm on the free
throw line, its over, ya dig//
maybe the next tournament will do u more justice as long as your facing a
chimpanzee who only does backfilps//
your track hits, i trash it, i recycle it like plastic, your flow so fake,
u equipped with processed tactics//
Kudos, no more I'm renaming you Kraft, only a 1/4 ounce of realness in every
track//
its so easy to battle you i leave your mouth shut like u swallowed some
elmer's glue//
u're turnin' blue cuz the blood is cloggin up your nose u thought u
were gangsta in the club when u were throwin bows//
u found out an elbow to the snotbox kinda hurts//
so u run back to mommy & your collection of skirts//
this battle is finished, its traveled full circle//
I know Family Matters to this bitch Kudos aka Steven Urkel//
