Another Body in the grave
Battle Track vs. Celph Taut
Original Hip Hop Music. Sex, Money Drugs, Violence, Beef... The usual.
Real
Easy
Cash
Kickin
Lyriks
In my
Southern
Style
Lyrics
teach yoself how to behave,
one yoself get out my way,
if you dont i dont care you'll be
another body in the grave,
im reckliss respect this cuz quickly i'm progressin,
a winner in this game so who the next contestant,//
he just another dead emcee i'm markin off my checklist,
ya open battle message was nuthin but a death wish,//
i set yo ass to flames and the arena that we step in,
shit i dont think u know the type of nigga that you messed with,//
aint tryin on egg you on but u the type i for breakfast,
you aint got a flow u only nice up on that text shit,//
im tellin you brethrin you ain't even testin,
unless it's on scantron or multiple question,//
you still wouldnt pass me wit a 100 percent bitch,
you couldnt drop mo lines with the highest score in tetris,//
had ya girl up in the backseat she rode me like a taxi,
i'll leave this pussy muthafucka bloody like a maxi,//
but listen if u ask me its time that i slaughter him
i'm runnin out of patience like dr. kevorkean,//
i'll knock on ya door and just greet you wit a banger,
because u in the closet like a muthfuckin hanger,//
i'll spit a powerline and str8 up shock you like a tazer,
or get a blade and be all in yo face like a razor,//
you barely gettin paper like you a damn eraser,
so fuck you in the nasty ass pussy that made ya,//
a independant nigga but i do it real major,
give kisses to yo makers for you meet that undertaker,//
