Battle any vets
Printable View
Battle any vets
in
spit it
Spit like a beast stranglehold bullets on my target
Going against me chop you up like meat at the market
Punisher treatment you could hold an 8 diagram when looking
Punch in the face reflect your blood on my sword
Titanic smash you down like keyboards being press
Mortal family chop your head with subzero
IF hip hop dead it because kingship
My rhymes sweeter than icing on the cake
Your rap is bullshit fam and I end your career
matlocka...
this guy's softa than insides of frying lobsters
him beating me on the mic is like finding a live hoffa
Rush in', with fine vodkas, set blaze to ya dime's parka
two-hunnid seventy rounds soundin' outta these nine choppers
named after tha crime stopper? old-ass eighties detective
Matlock? this fags got, no way to claim he's respected
his fuckin brain is defective steppin this way with them methods
take it from richard hamilton, ya fuckin face need protected
cuz ima basically wreck it 'n wet'cha frame wit'da chrome
you come steppin in red districts, find ya brains on the road
where they'll remain in the cold, hacked up in my man's shed
mad chunks that'cha fam's fed, fat fucks, with they pants spread
bagged up, in the trash wet, thats what, epitaph's read
and fuck, ima laugh, shit, you still aint a damn vet (since 04)
another round man?
aint nobody else battle here anymore
no more round for me god.