fuck war, call him welfare
RM round 2 battle against I Warfare I
Pure hiphop
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"Too smart for radio, and too hood for backpackers"
Lyrics
this fuckers over
this weak boy's offed by a strong man
like iraq, they'll be no more talks of warfare
ya skills aren't all there
you a corny redneck, packed with a whiney voice and your course hair
so boy its about time you realize
ima shoot you where your name lies... right between the eyes
and with me, you can never breathe easy
it please me deading warfare like a peace treaty
seein me is never suitable
it ends in IV's like countin to 4 using roman numerals
im indisputably bombing fakes
as i win this by a landslide like the shifting of techtonic plates
cause you suck man, whenever you spit
he'll get fucked by anybody like bisexual chics
any shape, form of rapper who battles this loser
know can take on this actor like an angry producer
man he's shaked rolled and rattled when attacking till fluids
and bloods squeezed from this fruit like he battled a juicer
cause i mean ya wack right, thats a hell yeah
you a poor rapper, fuck war, call you welfare
cause you a bitch, you know you miss-personified
may the best MAN win, then you been disqualified
you a little girl, never beat the best of rhymers
thats me in the fast lane like a wreckless driver
and in the battle ima be the left survivor
till you fucking flat like you having tittie sex with minors
this little kids spits is irrelevant
run up with a pistol to bristol connecticut
and hit you with my fist for the hell of it
just to prove im better and come to burn ya skin to the skeleton
cause ima heaven sent god, ima bless you
and call you even cause the odds are against you
im best duke, theres no way your shits better
thinking you the king, well then the kings gone like chris webber
