Bazookahjoe vs FiniCky
Bazookahjoe
I.e, the promting of your imminent demise.
An´ I be, stompin ya head, crushin it, n gouchin out yer freakin eyes!
This nigga raw, like hides.
makin ya marks run and hide,
or better yet, lay low, n just stay ya ass inside!
And lyrically, I be tha truth.
Cuz, becuz ya li´l buzz is just, based on a bunch of stupid lies!
Me? I´m phuccin nice, with a cordless device
and on sum LL shit kid,
Suckaz keep payin the prize!
I´m on a roll like dice,
as I chop it up, slice and dice.
The holder of the bolder,
ask around! I´m colder than 10 carat ice!!
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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