Week 2 battle circuit @ Fiendworld.com against gage..Good Luck man..This should be good. Also..My comp. has a bad skipping problem and is loaded to the max with spyware..so, this was done sorta fast..
Battle Baby!
This is just my page with all my battles...
Old ones..New ones..just all of em...
Lyrics
~Lyric's~
Nobody cares much for your presence..Kid's ungratefull for gifts...
Your like greedy barbers dawg..Only giving us clips....
Thank God..Cuz you suck dick on full lenght tracks...
just like Michael Jackson FAG!...Only wish you was black..
Steppin on me?.(NA!)..Your loseing footage like clumbsy news anchors..
Im dangerous to your flow..Kinda like im spillin oil tankers...
Yet, You say my flows trash..and my lyrics are to boot...
You aint built for the jump off...with no bungy suit....
Call you down for life...hear my tracks start humpin your speakers..
Battling me's flirting with death..Jackin off the grim reaper..
Also your lovein ''peter''..Like your FAMILY GUYS biggest fan..
I wont let you go homeless but boxed in like bums man..
Hears some crums man...Im farrrrr from breakin that bread..
You might as well be blowin me..Ya lettin me get ahead..
Heard your dads abusive..Well, that explains the fear for stairways..
Purchasing satalite radios..ONLY hope for SERIOUS airplay!(like the satalite radio company).
NOT even eitheopians...would bite your style....
You need to take your time...Sit down and write for a while...
I see over the top of things...like a parascope...
Come with the eminem jokes...but really its you and another man that'll alope..
Converse got you bitch whipped..Like eve's garage on CRIB'S..
On E-bay theres a book on punchlines..and your the starting bid..
Dont even try for a comeback...Alias is reversal..
This is a 1st take...Ill whoop ya ass in rehersals..
2nd part-
Ima leave you down in the pits..Like a face with acne...
Ill ROCK you dunn..Leave you ina PUDDLE OF MUD!..Ya get me.?..(rock=genre..and puddle of mud being a rock band)
Ya reppin white suburbia...Cloudy reppin the slums...
Dude you come with more flameing lines..then Homo clubs...
Hold Uppp..Ill grab my twin, now you got 2 9's in ya face..
Phoney thug, SECURITY GAURD!..Aint got shit on ya waist..
Look, i milk it for what its worth and its time well spent...
Cuz ill leave your crews pic..on a gallon of 2%....(2 percent milk carton..they used to put missing people on them)
Call you KING NOTHING!..A great kingdom you never had..
But ill leave a sword in ya chest..Like a knighting gone bad...
Youll never blast off corectly...Like the challenger..
Of course youll never exceed your limits..Know your boundry's BRAHHH!!!!!....
pZ. Good Luck Gage...
