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[VEEK]
in this battle, i would not even be solemn
i already win, thiz bitch iz not even a challenge
yo kid curse in front of yo' dad and you get beat
when yo' mom kall you, itz time to go to sleep
call me good you know that you just lost one
but dont call me bad if you go to the top floor and jump
my track compare it to world war 2
they'll all remember kauz i just kill you
i should slap you fo' the shitty thing you writte
arrest him fo' illegally havin' a mic
everytime yo' recordin', you disturb the peace
aint nobody wanna listen to a jetto sneeze
i see you going wood and become a jacklumber
i see me going gold, yo' still a no hit wonder
dont play around we all know that you luv oral
suck on the mic, i guess thats yo' ritual
gangsta talk when yo' in a private skool
leave the mic and do math thats more logical
You talk about streets but I heard yo' rich
wut, yo' dad iz a pimp? and yo' mom iz the bitch?
yo' a pussy, i can tell it by the way you sound
i speak the truth on every word i pronounce
quit rappin' they all laugh of yo' ass
why im battlin' a female with mustache?
playin' hate on my shit, its all rite
we all know you masturbate in front of my website
and all that shit you talk, yo' not legit
yo' dick iz like yo' track, nobody'z feelin' it
i just eat thiz bitch like a taco full of stuff
gimmie the hot sauce, he'z not spicy enough
matter fact imma show you how we confuze a gay
THIS WAY 4-TEEN !!!!!!!!!
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[JETTO]
this whacks says he raps but what he's doin is babble
my flows got you lost for words like losing in scrabble
and rap ain't for you, you're out of place
i mean even your mic gets boo'd off stage
you's a bicycle, i'm a ducati bike
you the pussy that nobody likes
cause you might grow green like florists do
but we see you run away from beef like Forest do
i heard you think you ill, get the fuck out
only time you'll succeed, is with balls in your mouth
so shut the fuck up yo, go get my cash hoe
and put a sock in it, like you do to your asshole
you weakness is you seem to spit meaningless crap
you need and immediate speech fix for that accent
you've never taken a nice pic
look like your face caught fire, and they put it out with an ice pick
you might get off easy if you choose a life of crime
'cause even police artists are afraid to sketch you guy
you never seen some one as ugly, 'less he had a twin brother
when veek was born, the doctor slapped his mother
his dad went into shock, they took him home in the trunk
just to breast-feed this punk, his mom had to get drunk
no wonder when you're at a mirror and you stare inside
your reflection comes in for a second then ducks and hide
and then veek always cries when he's havin' sex, why?
'cause the constant pepper spray really hurts his eyes
it's top logic to knock kids
you got asian cats hatin' on you like you copped they chopsticks
i'm killin' you, rippin' you, man the fiest is on
imma eat you like a muslum off the ramadan
and the funny way you spit
makes William Hung sound like the best in music
