my battle on PLF...battling Forty Deuce
Just creating good music to live to.
Lyrics
I'll send fists guns and knives to this queer
then slam this Forty like I'm drinkin beer
ya just a little bitch a kid full of fear
Im inside ya head blood drips from ya ear
Ima win this battle cuz I cut off lips
ya names a duche[deuce] you a piece of shit
quit callin my name ya just a kid
I'll knock you out face planted fists
look its another european kid from the UK
how many herbs can you name today
white guys cant jump they got no airplay
and got no minutes like full price on airplanes
this kid sucks and I dont give a fuck
bitches about pussy a thing he'll never touch
I know this kid wont ever get the love
except from homosexuals shoved in this butt
fd fire department but you aint hot
you aint that cool so go suck a cock
ya gotta take a breather but I kick this nonstop
this mod a fake authority like a stripper cop
I slash you in the face then in the thraot
shove glass down ya neck watch ya choke
sea mens the only thing floatin ya boat
ya can't freestyle fuck what ya wrote
ya can't touch x cuz ya mommies watching
she hopped on my fists and started hopping
you probably sound like james bond talking
except you run when the guns are popping
You can't write punches thats a fact
I'll show ya jaws like shark attacks
cracked back and thrown in the trash
ya rhymes are zip-locked in garbage bags
ya couldnt spit quick unless it was dick
ya just like drug addicts on mushroom tips
please wipe that brownie off ya lips
oh wait sorry I had to take a shit
