Witty punches and sick delivery create a gash from the swordzman himself.
Tracks, Battles, etc.
Lyrics
Im roastin a Zen n grab a hold of this kid,
And make his head look like it got thrown at a brick.
Ima roll on this bitch and give em bed rest,
He got internet stress tryna save his net rep.
Ya next breath just might be ya last one,
You talkin about shootin me? Chea, whicha cap gun.
Ya gettin slapped son, you can take ya joys,
You got down syndrome so I doubt you raise ya voice.
Ill erase ya boys and get ya moms buried,
And ask why you got a long face, like john kerry.
Ya not scary, Ima drop dude and let it be,
Take notes From Fab. After this match youll never breathe!
Your tryna better me? Noones heard ya fame,
Cuz in ya track you tried rhymin "Verse" and "Name".
Cmon dog, your the worst of lames, see
Youll be on Rapsearch until you push up daisys.
(damn) Im spittin so hot that Ive worked a fever,
And I explode Zens quicker than Hiroshimas!
Ya heros bleedin and ima merk u kid,
Some1 please tell me whos heard of Zen?
(nope) Really though Dog, Im knockin u out,
Your sad cuz ur trash like Oscar the Grouch.
Steppin to Swordzman? We kno u kiddin...
Fucka Zen, Ima send him back to the solar system.
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