i just wrote a battle rap

rate.

fuck slitting the little bitches throat
ill motorboat this fucking grannys goat
dope is my lyrics coke is my dearest
steer clear of the nearest
cop on my block
your girlfriends top on my cock
shootin up with my lyrics
like its my glock, oh shock
mother fucker ill pick your fuckin lock
and lay a bunch of naked men
waiting in your kitchen to fuck and dock
oh man
i just ran out of fucking words
but you still cant top me
with your moms fucking turd
cause im more fly then a bird
droping off from a pigeon like
you are disturbed
nurd

 

3/10

This just doesn't have flow or lyrical consistency

 

2/10.

There were words.
And structure.

No, nevermind. Just words.

 

You disappoint me >_<

 

2/10.

off point every line