come let's battle

[bad boy T]

yo challage awaits come here come
a visual sound from the bass of the drums
chasing off blazing guns
practical tactical place in the slums
mathimatical oneslayed stunts


bad boy T: would like to challage you other wu- tang fans
Soooooooooooo come on!! and let's battle

[Mantra]

I got some darts for you b.b.T.

you wanna battle kid? be pre-pared to protect ya wig//
Cus' when i strike you'll black-out, and wake up to a black night//
You write rhymes like an amatuer, gza's son could handle ya//
In a battle your not seeing the shots like a blindman posing for a camera//

Fuck it, i'm not done lyrically pistol-whippin' u son//
Saying you won! That's like a man with no hands firing a gun//
My lyrics are over ya head like the sun, fryin' ya frame like bacon//
You hold no title, so the only thing taken is ya head//
It feels bad battling a kid who's on punish-ment for wetting the bed//

Bring it!!

[IllDog]

Guess he didn't have the guts to battle u James.

[Mantra]

peace

[bad boy T]

yo J.T.S I can smell your dog ass breath from beyond death
I can see you being mefs baby pet your rhymes are wet
This battle could end tragic
Bring your best gadgets but I have chi furfilled magic
Magic from my heart to god's creation
A battle like troy for me to destroy your destination
Wu fuck you up with frustration
I have pationce but not in this sitution

[Shoalin Buddah Monk]

If i had your name i wouldn't talk see,Bad boy T just got slapped G,
His whack ass flows and those faggot ass punch lines, dick riden the Wu every time he has to rhyme, I reprise on his track with an atomic attack to bust ya ass crack and back with a phat rap cat, i raptured on ya stature, ya creamed like sour krout, I believe iv'e serviced mc'in by takin you out.

[bad boy T]

Yo S.B.M you wanna come then let's go battling
When I whip your ass I'll be rap in the back still cackling
You better come try mastering I'll throw you like a javillion
Have you got a bag to cover up when you been splattering
You still chattering, cracking, harassing, and shattering
In the wu-tang classes I got lyrics in the stashes
Mastering in the crashes I come like a flash flashing
Toxic lethal scarab beetle atomic gasing
The battles drastic I stretch like elastic
To the fullest your tactics melt like plastic
I whip your ass with only one stactic

[bad boy T]

What up with you wu-tang fans

[bad boy T]

If J.T.S and budda monk don't reply then I guess I won

[Mantra]

somebody tell this kid to get a life, cause is death battlin' me on da mic//
Your lines are knives, mine are hollow tips//
I'll catch ya at the crib washing up, bitchslap you up, then make you use ya own blood to gargle with//
Your bars are crips mines are clips//
I'll have you runnin' out cha' office, call this murder rap politics//
Throw you off a bridge, since you wanted to hit rocks//
Pouring gasoline on you and lighting a match wouldn't make u hot//
You talk a good one, the only hood you rep is the one you put over ya head son//
This prodigy releases Havoc on shook ones//
Pissin' on you like slum bums in alley's//
It don't take a genius to figure out ya wack, i'd rather battle k-fed//
I'm fed up battlin' dead rap cats//

[bad boy T]

Im not dead Im invincible you can kill me and spill me but Im un-killable
You wanna rap your verus is wack I see by your lines your pitiful
This battles mystical just look at my sylibles
It's visual up in smoke your hollow bones gonna choke your wet pistol
Couldn't even load the barrel mummy made you sing christmas carrols
Man it's looking narrow you get blown
Getting lyrics out of you is like getting blood out of a stone
A witch on your broom fuck you in your tomb
Throw a bomb down your throat (KABOOM)
You bust your guts sucking on fudge or get your throat cut
You rap about bitch slap what up hard nut
Let me put you in storement
It's obvious 8I won this tournament