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Rap Battlin' (full verse)

 
   rap battles  
 
slaughter all like cattle  
 
take yo skin like leather make a saddle  
 
to ride out find you wherever you hide out pop up like fiddle faddle  
 
discipline you with a grin pops secret paddle  
 
make your whole body rattle  
 
im so mad I'll  
 
send you where I live where the rats'll

Mack right through a pack of Paxil  
 
eat through the flab and your veins like a cable  
 
like a fable you all fallin like the tower of bable im unstable  
 
send you where I live where you call me OG not mister  
 
my hometown is sinister  
 
take your sister  
 
play a little twister.  
 
With her?-  
 
shit i wont quit until i fist her  
 
here in my hometown you hear someone always on the trigger  
 
go figure no good deads those who do will bleed  
you cant pick up a liter of litter without losin a finger from a bomb from shit to clean  
 
now you cant hold your own  
 
in a town thats known  
 
for turnin out chrome soldiers like its rome  
 
where bitches cough up the foam  
 
while they blowin up my phone  
 
where snitches in pain they moan  
 
where they brace a groan  
 
you aint full grown  
 
how i know? cuz your minds prematurely blown  
 
all that you'll amount to is a few short lines etched in stone  
 
i'll still be alive in the 215 we light up a cone of homegrown  
 
im only in my hometown for these skills I hoan  
 
I gotta get back to the smithsonian where my skills on loan  
 
ive got so much more to say wont you please stay and play for a minute?  
 
Son this is only the begginin  
 
first I get to sinnin  
 
then I start sippin  
 
all the while blunt hittin grinnin  
 
then I get to lickin  
 
holy shit am i trippin  
 
lost for fourty eight hours  
 
boy this deasel taste sour  
 
son fucksin with these flowers  
 
cuz they give me super powers  
 
just enough to snuff out these cowards  
 
so far gone I need to go faster cuz im runnin backwards  
 
facin these bastards  
 
rappin dapper  
 
ive mastered  
 
got the good words better than the pastor  
 
im faster  
 
all the while let the hash burn  
 
writin lyrics with my head restin on a wall of cracked plaster  
 
head restin... head restin... until the dream is captured
Written by Austin_Rura
Published | Edited 31st Jan 2014
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