Gutta Vs. Creech.
If I met um in real life yo i'd punch you in the esophogus
Drop you then stomp you until i fuckin pop the bitch
Knockin ya vioce box so it fixes your speech
So the next time that you speak it'll sound like "Hi I'm Creech"
Yous a stupid mah fucker for accepting to battle me
I'll show you some real horrorcore when im disecting your anatomy
Finding dead gerbils and butt plugs that been pushed into your rectum
and a stomach full of semen from getting pummel fucked with no protection
the say someone feels your tracks is the day that hip hop is dead
I wait for Creech's next song like im anticipating the apocolypse
with everyone ya post you astound me with your ignorance
and i've come to the conclusion the only .01 percent of you is brilliant
the fact you suckin off the site administrators
for some back-up when your gettin attacked by a site that fuckin hates ya
I'mma rape you of your dignity you hate me cuz your feelin me
you wanta be Gutta but you can't you suck so pack your raps and leave
its survival of the fittest and you don't meet the requirments
I adapted to this shit cuz horrorcore is my natural environment
ya style is unique yea i'll fuckin give you that
But the fact remains that you don't belong in rap
yous a joke what the fuck you smokin in the Netherlands
so quit rap and stick to gettin ya asshole stretched like a rubberband
cuz your good at that
