You ain't scaring me bitch with all that up urself shit
If i wanna see ya scripts i'll google "kid who can't spit"
Yo, as you have seen I demolish any opposition
This rap battle thread never poses any competition
So before you get yourself into shit, I beg you to listen
You need to see delivery as your aim coz your swingin' but missin'
You can try to reply but I have the stamina to go the distance
But you're not in a good position coz my skills can end your existence
So stop ya bitchin' kid and stop talkin' yaself up
Coz I'm reckless with words, so ill I make ya brain cells bust
You ain't so tough, claimin' ya familiar with drugs, I don't think so cuz
You're opening line does makes sense now though
I didn't give you a dollar, that's why I never saw ya 'wicked' shit blow
Google what you want, you mutha fuckin cunt,
Cuz the shit i spit, is hella cold, and blunt,
And bitches like you, need to get the fuck out,
Cuz bitches like you, jus scream and shout,
Out, to your mama, who's a whore,
Then she yells back, and kicks you out the door,
Then I walk in, to fuck that bitch,
She told me not to tell, but I had to let that slip,
She sucks me good, Jus as she should,
Then she gets wet, and sits on my wood,
And you, lil bitch, you're such a disgrace,
You walked in, priceless look on your face,
Eyes all big, like, "WHAT THE FUCK?!",
Your mamas mouth wide open, takin all my nut,
But enough about her, This shit's for you,
You wannabe thug, lil punk ass jew,
Now take a sit back, and listen to this flow,
Or keep talkin shit, get the pistol fo'fo',
Right into your dome, it's a bullet to you're head,
Then I'll tell your mama, "Don't worry he's dead",
A party we'll throw, to celebrate your death,
Jus remember bitch, I'm the fuckin best.