Da Problem Child Vs Believin
Believin
I wont get it twisted you rip an east coast emcee
but can you survive the rhymes from one over sea
I twist the way you think and lay your life in one line
livin home cant rhyme and i bought your girl for an dime
Pure fire leave the dusted lips of an hardcore emcee
Haze explodin your green ass and fryin your tree
Lauderdale where the fuck you got that shit from?
I rock The Louderdale, you fail, as my lyrical dick cum
The vegetarian my slaughter house is where we can
blow lines like my mind is an beach and thougts was sand
If you want to respond to this shit, then good luck
Cos you cant fuck with me, or i just wont give a fuck
Michrofone cord is pulled thank you all for commin
Lets see if this bitch really is something
Da Problem Child
i'm yo lyrical father so don't disrespect ya parent don
my rank high your shit about short as a leperchaun
P the youngin that the vets hack got the best tracks
leave ya inner body burning badly like a chest wax
so give it a rest Jack cause i am the ryhme inspectar
you are the cross dressor ya booty won best seller
Gho$t will eat out ya fuckin brina like hannibal lector
come at me with that weak shit ya must be a heathen
cause all that touch talk ya spit dawg i aint Believen
you spitting like this was a cyhper nigga this a battle
so please battle or grab ya garbage and scadaddle
cause one line will leave ya shaking like baby rattles
this is only a beginning chapter theres more in my sack
only time ya cumming up is when ya jack off on ya back
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Originally Posted by soul controller
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