Originally Posted by hollywoodrealty
trying to battle me is like trying to cover shaq in the low post
i look at your name biggbwoy and u got no post
ill kill u, u wanna haunt me, then ill kill your ghost
exorcist, swing my fist, you're soft as french toast
you get roasted like a pig, stuff your mouth with an apple
rotisserie, your bloody and gory when i swing my grapple
funeral chapel, lined up with m.c's to see you
but there's a closed casket, you got your ass kicked, man im lethal
i got loose screws, some say im a basket case
verbally u get your ass kicked, tie u up, mouth covered with masking tape
throw u in my trunk, destination mountain cliff
your from Jamaica? ill smoke your ass like a spliff
and if u really think u could battle, you should of thought twice
ill hang u on a hook like my cattle, fillet you, thats how u get sliced
so precise, you want my advice, dont even drop a rhyme
you'll be avoiding embaressment and saving time
it should be a crime trying to impersonate an mc
lock you up for 3 to 5, you hesitate to test me
you cant kick shit, swing the butcher knife and amputate your feet
just forfeit, you're worthless, bow your head, accept defeat
[Biggbwoy]
Like Charles Barkely did, you said a stupid quip
Predictably that bitch aint win no championship
Spent his entire career just like you, running his lip
Look man, if you Shaq, then I’m a free throw
A career long nightmare to your life, your stats be low
Your style is old and overused, so I give it a shaolin blow
That shit so fucked up Imma call MTV and Xhibit to pimp your flow
Nigga your rhymes about as sensible as a George Bush speech
Wack ass rhymes like that you should get impeach
The masses love my poetry, I supply their niche
Yeah I aint going to lie, your rhyme game be sick
It reminds me of a gonorrhea infested dick
Where the Weapons of Mass Destruction be at?
I guess I scribbled them down for when I spotted a fagot spitter like you around
Highly Chemical warfare, I bomb here, As I prepare
To kill here, I give a cold stare, Coming To America to challenge you without fear
You like OJ, so join him at the Coon Picnic
While I sit back and continue to spit cool rhetoric
I challenged you to a battle and your chest started to wheeze and rattle
I round you up with weak emcees, y’all nothing but grade B cattle
My flow nice like Christ
Like monthly bills you will pay the price
I unravel a parable, as I travel through time, space and the rabble
The voters can’t decipher your freestyle, cuz all you do is babble