is win
@Original Battle
You wanna rap, dont make this shit a habit,
your flow is weak, i shoot it down, its just like a rabbit.
I didnt even need to to try, youre lucky you won by default,
have a ****** wanting to commit the crime of assault,
have you runnin to your moms flabs while you sit there and cry
tell that bitch to lay off that blueberry pie.
While you think up those flows, i sit back and get high,
light up the kush, take a trip and just fly.
You call me a wigger,
you full of it like your figure,
when you spit i just listen and s******.
Your rhymes, your flow, your rap its just shit
Cant even manage to write a good rap, no not a bit.
I write down the truth,
dont need acceptance or proof,
all you tryna do is correct me and sleuth.
Youre sittin over there with your british ass swag,
calling me the 'twat' when your girl callin you a fag.
"Oh whatup why cant you please me?
Usually guys find it so easy!
Probably why youre with me, im so manly and sleazy.."
the batle hasnt even started, it hasnt been fought,
you aint the winner of nothing, i guess thats why youre not so..
sought after, under, over and over again,
i see you on these dudes dicks, you smaller than a pen.
The war has begun,
I dont do this for fun,
after im done with you, you wont see no more sun.
These words, these flows, rhymes,
they flow out of my mouth,
yours suprised when you ask your girl to go down south.
I claim the crown, yeah i'll get it in time,
this battle may be over but the kingdom is mine.
Had to do somethin..
i wrote that so you'll continue on with this.
doit.