A battle against Reclipse on lyricaldissmisal.com
Gangsta shit, bitch!
Just fuckin around.
Lyrics
I understand about the site & we supposed-to-be-battling/
But try to tell me what to do you catch a Dose-of-Reality/
I'm imposin-fatalities, I'll leave this bastard-demolished/
Spit sick-shit to rip-kids, make the cast-in-here-vomit/
And if you got-kids to back you then I'll slaughter-yo-following/
How you gon win with rhymes whack as ya audio-quality?/
Bitch, I'm Fatal.. You unable to come at me properly/
You probably pissed at he love that your own crew got-for-me/
You possibly the biggest bitch I've seen-on-L-D/
But Fatal he's just garbage.... you don't need-to-tell-me/
In battle I'm 'dodgin-defeat,' like I took Karate-classes/
Kamikaze-blastin, got me body-baggin this lil sloppy-faggot/
He never had a chance to take a stab-at-the-sav/
I'm off-course, drop-corpses on my radical-path/
I'll damage-em-bad, & he don't really want-it-with-Fatal/
This bitch think he a prince, I guess he stuck-in-a-fable/
He gettin fucked-in-the-anal, I think it's time-to-relax/
Before I blow ya brains in my footprints, put ya mind-on-my-tracks/
Your rhymes-is-jus-whack, I suggest ya quit-the-rap-scene/
You get-ya-ass-beat, everytime you spit-the-track's-weak/
Rap olympic gifted-athlete, and I'm sayin-yer-gay/
Listen as I rip-em, turn his writtens into paper-mache/
So fuck-it, I'm done-wit the kid, I prevail-again/
Cuz only fairies tellin tales would call themselves-a-prince/
