Bazookahjoe vs FiniCky
Bazookahjoe
Headz be tippy toein
around the flowin.
Yo! I´m here to set it.
So dip,
quick before I strike,
and leave you layin in a dyke.
With a michrophone
in ya dome.
In ya forehead, deeply embedded.
I decapitate mcees, so they ain´t know where they headed!
See, I discourage verbal prostitution,
like a public execution.
I bust that ass, for things such as,
lyrical pollution.
And if you get caught, tryina perpertrate,
if you fake the funk,
I´mm a funk up the fake,
and make no excuse man!
Shiit! I don´t even care if ya´ll are
bigger or taller.
I just chop at cha feet, with an axe,
to cut ya down to size!
Cummin at cha witta lyrical boodah,
str8 icchy, resemblein armpits.
I be that weak-mcee killah, on a spree,
strait out the tarpits!!!
FiniCky
c'mon, I'ma tell ya how the king like to ride homeboy//
I'll beat you to death with my both hands tied behind my back, doy!//
speak like a gangsta, act like a gangsta and you think you look like a gangster//
boy you aint got shit on me, and boy, I'm your hustler//
mother fucker I'll kill you with ma lil' finger//
I oughta do it, but you'll be home cryin about your linger//
And look here man you can't diss me a shit//
after this battle all of the girls will be sittin' on my dick//
while you go home and masturbate to café//
I'm at my mansion fuckin girls, olé!//
boy okok ya need to chop ma feet of so you can se my face//
cus you're a miget and you are a disgrace//
I can do this all day, dissin ya shit//
but it's all over now, peace out fuckin miget//
TILL 7!!! PEACE
"It ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep movin forward! How much you can take, and keep movin forward!"
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