Uppin the ante

Uppin the ante

No names needed. You know who you be.


Your rep was forged, like the Sting sword!
This feller´s an instellar cellar-dweller.
William Golding´s best selller,
-a fitting title for this "fly" lord! (YOU) (William Golding wrote Lord of the flies).
They blew smoke up yer butt.
And you thought the sauna was on fire!
You sittin around with yer pansy buddies,
n´ ya´ll be tryina conspire!
Givin eacother reach-arounds,
and ass paddleins.
This fagget can´t rhyme!
And he expects me to battle him???!
Yer ego´s like a moon bounce, over inflated!
So fuck YOU! AND ya friends!
My prominence can´t be debated!
A menace to this site. I´m probably the most hated.
Haters desperately, reach for bleach,
and they STILL can´t get me faded!
Eighty was rhymin about models,
comparin himself to Tyra Banks!
So it ain´t hard to figure, how this fruit like to get spanked!
And Joe don´t play that, you likely to get shanked!
I ring on tha door, all friendly,
Like you ain´t about to get gangked!
Then buck fitty ya face!
leave ya cheeks on the floor,
n´ the rest of yer mug in ya fish tank!!