This kid cullision, I’ll kill you easy, choke ya with a cordless phone/
Read this with precision, this battles easier then getting your mom-to-moan//
One line KO you just got "tossed" like im playing catch with Nintendo-cartridges/
Im spitting so hot your “lost” and there locking me up as a flow-arsonist/
Ha-Ha im having fun with it, my lyrical talent is so severe its Bruising-your-health/
Caught up in these lines, it’s a lyrical cyclone, I got you loosing-your-self//
Im ruthless, I’ll put a shotty to your abdomen and call it a stomach pump/
Discharge so hard, have ya thinking you’re in the Olympics for long jump//
Your gonna “crash and burn”, I’ll wipe you up and throw you in the “trash like sperm”/
This battle it’s all but done, hears a pointer, stamp to your forehead “OvaDose my lessons learned”!//
Nope, Not Hitting Hard.
Cullision you ran into the wrong person im the type that won’t let you get away trouble-free/
You got matched with a vet, Im like the biggest bra size of rapping you just fucked with the double-D!//
Wrap (Rap) Whatever, It’s Been Used Too Many Times. And I Don’t See This Bar Hitting Hard.
This kid’s records 9 and 4 im bout to make it 9 and 5 like 9 to 5 it’s a full days-work/
I’ll lyrically choke you, have you turning blue and getting sued for identity theft by papa smurf//
U Could’ve Reworded The 1st Line Into Something Lethal But No, So..
First time I battled this dude he got caught for biting, so im gonna go by N.W.A and say don’t matter how you try and win just-don’t-bite/
This shits exciting imagining this kid still struggling with writing, coming up against me with your weak as punches I can tell your gonna need more then a Fist-to-fight
No. Too Long. U Could’ve Reworded Your personals. Weak Closure.
yo i'll smash-this-bitch with massive-fists you aint fuckin-with-me/
im past-this-kid, should be glad-i-win you would suck more if it wasnt-for-me/
This Is A Text Battle, So An Evidence Is Important. Since I See No Proof (Eg: A Thread). I’ll Give It A…
lucky-for-me im "Over-Dose" corny-flows you be showin-yo/
how you gonna write 8 bars... and have no flow-to-show?/
Sorry, Not Feeling It. Could’ve Been Worded Better.
ya bars are like lines on the streets, "long, not solid, and they all lookin-the-same"/
it's like your on a chef channel the way my bars be "cookin-ya-frame"/
when i pop shots u'll be like the pill bottle in ya avy "leakin-from-the-top"/
only time he "wins" when he "comes hard" is when hes "beatin-on-his-cock"!/
1st Line Is Ok But The 2nd Is Over-Used All Over The Net. So..
i'll sneak-up-on-ya-block with the heat-about-to-pop/
im so fuckin far "above you" that the difference is steep-enough-to-drop!/
I Get It.
you aint stacked-enough-to-brawl im laughin-at-you-all for your wack-attempts-to-ball/
look, when i clap-you-till-you-fall you wont need to be drunk to have your back-against-the-wall/
you doin lots-of-frontin, i'll pop-ya-stomach and knock-ya-lungs-in/
how ya name o.d when you was at work the last time you "chopped-a-onion"/
my records about to be 10 to 4 like your record from losses-to-wins/
im stompin-this-kid, im like a jealous bald old man cuz of the way im "poppin-ya-wig"!/
O.D, U Still Need To Elevate, Brother. But Look At The Brightside, U’ve Performed More Than An Average Textcee For This. So Congrats.