a yo i just wnt to battle for fun try to step up my game but this is gonna be a long one.
25 lines
best 2 outta three
3 KO

set it up!!! drop i got you

i live in a crappy ass town/
with wak ass clowns/
i wont lift u up cuz bitch ya stayin down/
come around, get smaked like witney houston wit bobbie brown/
even before the botox changed her fuckin frown/
but im down, but not in the dirty south/
cuz its hard to yell when the barrels in you mouth/
goin out the back, blowin out our back bone/
now go home, and get stoned/
grab a 44/
then run out on your font porch/
meet the popo, the 5-0/
i ya in prison dont go droppin the dove soap/
or youll have bubba jo right behind you/
hell find you/
when ya bent over dont let the shampoo blind you/
but yo im just playin dawg/
al though ya probably getting off/
yould do what ever he says like turn ya head and cough/
and he stick it in, and youll like it/
you wont fight it/
he put it in ya mouth you wont bite it/
now i gotta wrap it up/
this lil bitch is fucked/
you have a better chance wit the fuckin lady luck/

lol just playin dawg

The Clink is the place for y'all to be
Yo speak from experience or memory,
as a detainee in the holding cell
fucked up ya ass that hard ya yell,
Like hell, im sure you relate to this
just as your drop tried to take the piss,
and i do go home,
and i do get stoned,
like in jail when ya get disowned,
and i dont know
but a rhyme so livin' it appears to flow,
Yo cleaver, i call to take the mic
as yo bowl all for one to get a strike,
Lifes a bitch, a rhyme just like,
a words a day, and a line your krike,
thats life i hear what ya try and say,
it appears to me its time to pray,
another day, the clink, you know the way
as it stands to reason, y'all is gay,
so to the cleaver that i try to syke
thunder the beat,
to a lightning stike
a religious saying to the third of riech
fuck you fuck me
heres the fucking mic,




alright bro, its friendly yea, just playin dawg