egg, thesnake, engelska 16
TheSnake
I thaught you was crazy when you accepted the request from Thesnake//
My rhymes do damage like a volcano or a fucking earthquake//
I hope your not to sensitive, cause this aint no joke//
You are one of the faggots in brookback mountain, so suck some dick til you choke//
You should worship me like the muslims worship allah//
Like Christians beg to god and like the jews celebrate Sabaht//
I don’t give a fuck who you are, im not afraid of death//
I sleep on a railway and invite you to a game of russian roulette//
One bullet in the gun, it aint room for us both in this mothafucker //
So put the gun to your head and blow your brains out cocksucker//
I gave you a request on 16 bars, and you, boy, accepted//
You left me with no choice, I will get your backbone disconnected//
Egg, what the fuck, your name is my breakfast//
I’ve read your battles and you are SO disrespected//
So diss me and we’ll see how “whoa” will vote//
My rhymes are floating and yours are sinking like a boat//
egg
I don’t give a fuck who you are, im not afraid of death//
Funny you mention it, why you start a battle when you know you gonna be left without breath?//
You must be brain death, your head is advanced like a bubblegum //
I mean, you even wrote this,//
I sleep on a railway//
Haha, you fuckin´ bum! You must be really dumb!//
You ain´t got quality rhymes to qualify as a joke on a new yorks time side//
You ain´t gangsta man so drop that bull, you're just full of shit you burned your only chance no way it gonna recommit//
You know... you don't lickety spit fo´shiet!//
And it's dangerous to say "let's whoa decide" - like you think you're gonna win//
When you haven't even heard me rhyme - now that's embarrassing//
You're not outstanding like you say when your rhymes are filled with massive delay//
Stop professing when you rap it looks like you're guessing you even setted your own deathtrap//
Haha, you did it with
yourown bars, you hit the floor now kiddo who you think you are?//
You're none of ´em stars/ after this rap battle you'll be filled with verbalscars//
Imma rip your head off and tell ´em others; "HEY,, GO FAR!"//
It's gonna get hot though not like the heat you get from your fire with stolen guitars//
Livin´ on the concrete must be hard, im still laughing you basically lost just cause of those bars, haha, peace.. you retard//
försten till 7, tjo