Battle

Yea
I'll battle whoever
Nigga

Yo, this goes out to those fake hip-hop historians
Who can't rap a freestyle up in front of an audience
Then call it quits
After a few days of talkin' shit
Used to respect half of y'all bastards
Until I formed a diss
And now, I'm on a disc
Burning ablaze
Y'all bitch-made
So I'll sharpen a blade
You ain't never owned a pair of black timbs
That's just awkward to say
In your case, you valley girl
You as dark as ya prey
You white as the scum of the earth
I write lines on ya face
'Til you crumble to the jungles of dirt
And yea I flirted, 'cuz you knew rap
I guess I'm weird, so you tellin' me don't do that
But clearly in fact
All you broads talk about how ya pussy is fat
Made up some bullshit stories from back
It's no way that a witch could spit the truth
All you do is just cap
I can't stand how y'all talk on my bad
Like I ain't just lost my dad
Fuck it, I'm dissing
With verbal macs spittin'
I don't do no ass-kissing
We can grab the pads and rip it
I'm the same nigga that had to listen to these rats fibbin'
I was trained to split these women in half who act different
These strags, low on cash
They sell they ass just to fix it
My tracks are vintage
Ya whack raps for the fishes
I don't react to the past
Nowadays, I act relentless
But I'll spazz in a minute
I done had it with you bitches
Don't you practice witchcraft
How the fuck is you a rhyme-sayer
Divine by design
You and Iami Brown are fakers
Huh, I'm not gon' diss you again
All these little ass girls just pretend they ya friend
But now and then, I just think
Yo, this shit is a trend
I could never be fake
So why the fuck would I bend
I done gave niggas my last
That's never again
I will take a battle axe
To ya face for content, nigga
Huh, ya face
Bullseye, target
Grant them some grace
I'm a four-eyed marksmen
It's just a disgrace
So now, I'm more cautious
You praise me face-to-face
Behind my back, though, you talkin' shit
If this is beef
Then it's more like cattle
If we meet up in the streets
Grab ya mic and just battle
Better yet, I'll grab my knife
'Til one of us in the gravel
You'll be sent up to Christ
The speed of light is ya travel, pussy
Niggas said they comfortable in they darkness
That's nonsense
I gotta invest in a larkin
My verbal darts launching
At ones who are fraudulent
We rent out coffins
For bodies to be conformed in
Trust me, anybody'll get it
You lucky if you probably didn't
A luxury, is ya fond existence
The portajohn is where you'll find me shittin'
Who's on the ground, 'cuz that's my competition

I'll battle whoever
Any type of day, time, or weather
My flows are probably better
You can't stop with me
With fake prophecies and those letters
Niggas watch me
I'm on this grind for worse or better

I'll battle whoever
Any type of day, time, or weather
My flows are probably better
You can't stop with me
With fake prophecies and those letters
Niggas watch me
I'm on this grind for worse or better