Battle Bazookahjoe and illex.

Battle Bazookahjoe and illex.

Aight Joe, now you gon done it
Been a while since I begun the ill fit
Gon hurt like guns when I spit
Think you can match up to my whit?
The fuse is lit, so sit the fuck down
Yo Joe, whats that one noun?
Pussy! thats the one,
Bet you didnt hit it for you had to cum
Haha, but thats aight, she one hot bitch, your mom
So I dont blame ya
Im sure she love you even though you came quick
with your limp dick, so sick
Yo what up with your jive? You sound like a hick
Think more careful next time, wrong battle to pick
Tastes sour, like lime - gimme no whine
Thats the taste of defeat, get used to it
Bow down at my feet, get bruised when i kick
Didnt wanna go first? I know the trick..
But you still gon lose, and be forced to suck my dick!
Oh and whats up with the bazooka nick name?
Ill put you down with a brick, and then you feel pain.
No need for explosives, when my rhymes expose you
Errbody knows your flow blows but I suppose
you tried your utmost to boast skills you aint got
No need to go on, now ill leave you to rot.

(ME):

Ayy! Mierda! The crazy kid is at it again..
Turnin all o´ ya´ll, into fiends and additcs again!!

Now you know, you done phucced up!
Don´t cha?!
Brought my wrath upon ya!
Causin me to have to crash upon ya!
Boi! I´mma son ya!
I deepfry yer bars, like a snicker, nikka!
You insane, but not as much,
when you thinkin that you´re sicker!
I´m cleaner than chlorine,
and I can´t be faded.
So don´t get me agitated,
cuz I´m a restless native!
Like Freddy Fox,
this li´l nigga´s knuckles is bumpy. (Freddy Fox/Bumpy knuckles)
I´m on some oops-upside-yer-head shit!
Makin yer dome lumpy!
Ayo! Yer rapstyle stinks!
But naah, you ain´t funky!
And even yer bitch,
gettin gang raped, ain´t half as spunky!
As yours truly.
So hang down ya head, like Tom Dooley!
Maan! Phucc this guy!
I´mma go n´ get high like cooley!! (Cooley high)

                                   

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