ABL@Rapbattles.com Pro! Vs. WillKill4Money(lol.)
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Pro!!!
Im an artist,tryna get my paper straight/
So my people can eat off me like paper plates/
i put white out in streets like paper mate/
to hold my money down like paper weights/
now im deep in thought,feelin crazy str8/
my life was hard,hard as my tightest bars/
im in anotha galaxy,hangin with brighter stars/
thats how i write.. to lighten my scars/
so feel me,
cuz i gotta eat till these heated streets kill me!
Lyrics
soon u start yappin,imma start clappin
I had will power,waay back when i 1st started rappin
what actually happend,i elevated my bars
while ur on the ass end,like tailgaten in cars
lets get it correct,im the cause an effect
that left 2 slashes,like a pause sign across ur neck.
ur flows a wreck,not worth a gleam of respect
cuz ur styles a disaster,worthy of a fema check
ur ladies face,is rough like a bandoleer
she gotta camel toe,in dire need of a manicure
u need a helping hand in here,just to make it even
ur the thief in the night,they way u take a beatin
i spit str8 lace with hard face
2 getta bigger lead on u than fingerprints inna cop case
i gotta sniper flow,im percise with attacks
2 pick u off quicker,than a zit on ur back
ill kick a rap,to show how im far from ur crap
u sound shitty ,like u farted on tracks
here goes pro again,throwin all those low blows
ur records like u on stage,a buncha no shows
vs me,is a no,no.. believe me nigga
u cant fill my shoes,like the boots in kleetus picture.
i betcha ur chicken shit that lives inna bird nest
ur pigeon toe'd,with a celtic jersey on ur bird chest
your the worse folk,them verses wont cope
so really put the mic down,like a personal note
willkill ur name makes me die of laughter
cuz u gotta cramp in ur style,in need of a chiropractor
this is a mixed race,ur a lie an the truth will ride
ur a crossbreed,of my next victim gettin cruicified.
