 Yo, it's fucking good, don't broke all fucking days You boy low, we are here back in silence We are six years old, I'll be in the building Make some noise! I'm fooka, ya, ya, ya, ya, to kill the oiler, ya, ya, ya Blocka, blocka, this mine comes from fucka, offa Don't flop, y'all know my slunkin' Yeah, don't flop, yeah This nigga's already shot, nigga The moment they set up Eric St. John vs. Ray Scott Miller I mean, honestly, or after this, I don't want thousands I need a millisecond, cause then don't flop And millisecond, fuck a hour Fuck hours, I could kill Miller in a millisecond You choose how you wanna die The cow first or the millisecond I'm slicking over his body like it's millisecond Once I'm done with this verse, they ain't gonna wanna hear millisecond S.M.H. at U.S.A. You're D.N.A. I'm V.I.G. Fuck N.Y.C. I'm L.D.M. You're V.S.S. I'm D.V.D. To F.M.H. F.M.H. You're on L.S.D. D.M.T. and P.C.P. Fuck L.O.L. U.T. to G. Fuck U.R.L. Watch V.B.C. Even if the things will get real gritty in the lead city Don't be silly, tryna be for the three million grease Until you see pretty Z, biggie, quick, free, free Then you check E.W.I.D. Then I'll get you gon' space-file B.B.N.A. I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be silly So don't think that E.W.D. be to me easily These are the other Bs for the lead city streets For the man The other Bs for the lead city streets For the man, they're my grease And if they roll, they're gonna be grease I am not sure, and these are the feet The lanky weird champs are here You are not a proper team Only one of you has a rap career You don't even write together That is clear, it's cover lit Whereas our prep game is Southwest Trains For three hours then praying we can crank the gears And make a clash appear And when we write this shit It's a whole different atmosphere When we have ideas, it's not a light bulb That appears, it's a chandelier I just had a battle with disaster I just swear that I was coming off That don't fly the gears to mean him Fuck that I do something wrong I can't use gun bars here, right? Yo, yeah? Fuck that, glance is strong Bear will spin it Monkey's getting hit We playing Donkey Kong Better bring bars Don't try giving a quick barge Pack it along Quick barge, pack it in Doctors will be giving you skin drop patterns When that shit starts happening I ain't gave naked pictures of big stars When this kid starts hacking shit But I'll have your body leaking on the blind That's Kim called Dashing Shit, boss About how your a quick blast But I mean now, being thought dashing You look like you've got Nicki Minaj's influence With a wrist on back and shit Who on your side trying to bet on this battle? Tell your team wager This fire is what you earned So I'm a pre-major I'll be at your wake Nice slacks, clean blazer With a Tommy in a suit Like the green ranger See, I'm a stranger I'm saying focus back Jones, relax You look, hold it down You look, holding back Cos if he throwing jabs from lowered hands Then it's a be a head top on cam See how I go, grow off that And all the go-flop rappers who do this poultry stuff You're the worst of the bunch The bad banana They say my style's stealin' shit But I ain't changein' shit Barack Obama As far as, as far as, as far as drugs go I got the Colombian round here Carlos Valdirama I'll bang the llama I'll shag your father Thanks for that I am not gay Maybe it's a birthday, right? I think the syllables are in a bit of a muddle The way they slip a puddle You look like you live in a puddle I'm sayin' again in a way that isn't so subtle It's ultra-thirty smelly alcoholic Do bear shit in the woods You look like you do bear shit in the woods You lying dead First you don't tend to be advised of How many shots fire when I fly your head Cause y'all will get it Like the time difference Bob a head Up on top But I knew this would work Now I'm hoppin' Plus, if I'm not gonna see that chronogy Bang, bang Now you're battlin' a dog Flop with me I think I'm hit the jackpot Cause what is not free Fatal up I mean you're one of the best Slow it down I said you're shit You're fucked up, no fumbers Up metal I've seen her in real life And she's fucked, fam She went to shake my hand And it still looked like she was trying to spudge me Now I did some research on my own I went to your Facebook And I started strolling through mad pics And you know what I found out Your daughter's a fat bitch I'm your father figure You're fat, your daughter's fat She has her father's figure They said he wasn't gonna show up If we let all of you down Guess that shotty bottle got to the prick's head But really your god knows I'm a thorn in his crown Now cause I'm battlin' my friend You think I'ma do it with honor Bro, I'll stick you with a fork as you bow Put a ghost in a church I'm throwin' organs around Stood there? Yeah, yeah That's something you're over, mate Cause in the olden days you had a blotted waist But you can run, swim, jumps, get rowin' train On rope for days Throw your weights above your shoulder blades Until you're old and gray You'll still look like a fat and stumpy Sad and grumpy overweight Pull all of faith For her dog will shave you over, babe Pull all of faith Will shave you over, babe Over, babe With the chromosomes in space Know your place Tony's gray That's what you get me priced with Over insane on Shogun's face Your head needs ISIS With a golden age Shogun's blade I Wesley's snipe with Kill and replace tea with a body like Ed Dean's stylus Taylor Adams versus Jason Nighthands It's Tony D's favorite white man Versus a baby spice fan You need to take your life back Cause blazing pipes made from sprite cans Got your crazy mind jacked like David Ike has I'm sick of these motherfuckers that try to act crazy I am crazy as cut ladies Trying to contract rabies You look like Pat Swayze's a legitimate crack baby I stay slick as my nuns Gravy, Pam, Sammy You'll say me as ever You look like Wambud and motherfucking baby together Let me get this clear He's on a three-battle winning streak And he's trying to defend it here And I'm no threat That's what he said But the pretense was weird Cause he was talking about what he does And he said career I'm still trying to figure out what he meant This here? Bro, you only exist for three weekends a year I'm walking all over you Just to prove you ain't flawless You vowed Mr. Two-time everything on Australian borders You tried to predict what he's gonna say And it didn't go the way you saw it Trying to block punches like Mayweather But you couldn't read a facade Carly's You're a cat And I wonder why you purpose The reason I say he's a cat He sounds like Robert Rappers When he puts the pen to the page But you're an Aussie Osborn It's only right He's fighting heads on stage You look like You struggle with simple tasks A sign that I've been wishing to ask When you're staring at the floor What are you looking for? Secret door? I actually got hearing it It's not too long ago What the fuck are you screaming for? Err You told me you wouldn't let him know About the secret door What the fuck is this guy gonna fucking Dust Dorothy? Yeah, that's right I'll come and fucking turn the stage Into a fucked horror scene You've been in the same position for five years I guess DNA stands for does not achieve That was DNA stands for does not achieve But you can't spit with that I'll show you I'm ripping that How do I not achieve when it's been five years And I'm giving you your biggest mess You said your girlfriend was on holiday On the beach or some shit Your mum would get punched in a Son's lip Fuck it I put mine 12 pounds up outside of the venue You look like Snoop Dogg collided with 10 snoops Give me that timing notch Let me refresh your memory It took place in a popular Portuguese chicken shop It would be a couple of MCs The two owners of Dog Flop All going in on our selected sides And that finger-litzing chicken But you would start there looking On the pressure trying not to look With your mouth flippin' You see I just wanna bring it up But I just couldn't let it slide Cause this fucking Sideman Couldn't afford a sign Your press centre's alarming It makes less sense to do a past here I bet you say things like Big, big angle, pardon And your best friend is called Tarkwick Look at the difference between us Old, ugly, a mess Cold, younger and fresh Why are you getting beaten? Plum to death by a kid that Only when he comes to events If he knows his mum's gonna pick him up at the end This matchup absurd That kind of rolls like tinder You know, I'll swipe this bitch's side Just cause I don't like this profile picture Real rap I got spares and darts to tear apart There's the spirit of this weary moth You think that comedy beat me? I'ma tell you something that'll chill your heart I think rap to beat you But here we are Really bro, you can't expect to be threatened When you look like Emma from Taken Cross with Kane, Henry the Sad Most newcomers are shit but I've broken the mould It'll take more than token loads of the drug And blowing notes with a smoke for me to not know What I've broke but this cunt's like Kane Not cause he's throwing opponents over the ropes No, I'll use this flower of compost to expose him And show where that's an appropriate mould I chose cause you're just an overexposed A mediocre clonier bro In a quoteable so-and-so