Anotha battle against Antonio Romeo, hopefully he won't no show, just like he did against ma friend, DB, otherwise, it'll be a diss track...
Rap, DZK, J Jurkin, DB, DB of Black Souls, Fokissed, Jadakiss, Warbux, Phene
Instead of working off of the crew page, I decided to make a separate page with all of my songs on it. The crew page will be up once we get our song finished.
Story behind the song
A battle on goldmic... and I lost to this queer... time for him to be smashed with some ORIGINALS!!!
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Ya tryna to bust a rhyme, just like tryna fucka chick/
But ya suck at both, but ya try n sucka dick/
Cuz ya rule at that shit, just like ya shit quality/
Ya look like a damn fool, with that wack frivolity/
Ya been shot down by many, while rollin’ thru tha hood/
You best have a vest on, cuz that shit ain’t all good/
Ya gunna eat ya words, just like ya swallow dat slug/
Cuz ya wacker than Michael, and uglier than a fat pug/
Ya rhymes are weak shit, they made wit alphabet soup/
Poured from da can, and now ya gunna regret troop/
All ya shit is premade, just like all ya battle votes/
Don't wanna lose, so ya need to go rattle throats//
(Verse 2)
It is the damn concrete, and it is the damn walls/
It’s time for your lockdown, so now ya can slam balls/
It is the damn guards, it is the damn bars/
Ya do swing that way, but ya wanna exam scars/
Ya wish ya can hit hard, like in a football game/
Ya wanna be like Bonds, but ya can't get hall of fame/
But ya take Viagra, to hit some homeruns/
But the best ya at, is that ya foam guns/
Cuz that’s all ya can do, in that penitentiary/
And for most of them, ya tha man of tha century/
They ain’t been out for years, and it was the best head/
That they had in years, and now they suggest wed//
Ya know ya want Bubba, and Bubba does want you/
But all this to me, will always haunt through/
He'll fuck you in the ass, till his very last day/
He was meant for you man, when he had his fast way/
At least he’ll die quick, just like all ya lame rhymes/
They don’t even matter, even in the same crimes/
Ya need to work ya flow, so it’s as hard as titanium/
And ya need to work punches, so they explode like uranium//
(Verse 3)
I didn’t say ya name once, so I’ll say ya name now/
What kinda name is Romeo, sounds like a lame vow/
Ya wanna be a girl’s joy toy, but ya dick’s all limp/
Ya need that Viagra, to raise that small shrimp/
Talk about balls to drop, at least I can get laid/
Yours will drop some day, but then you’ll let jade//
I’ll end it now so I don’t make you look TOO bad…
