Originally Posted by calligraphist
Illa got incoherent lines, no bars.
Hands commence battery,Get his phone confiscated, no bars.
The 4 leaves a red dot on ya face, Lil bitch yr new home is in-the-urn/Indian, Therefore leave a red dot on ya face.
U suck dick to reserve ya spot on tha game. U a fake ass queer,
I'm gud wit rap, also batter wit hands like a puppeteer.
Half a dozen of adolescents on a bungee, I'm dropn sixTeens,
U wuldn't make em throw dey hands/hens up if dey had chickens.
U'l leav me wit no bruise/bru's like kilin my siblings. U a sweet rapper, I hit u wit a Van Illa,
U must be tyin ya laces, cuz u reachin for Defeat nygga.
Had to talk u to this fight, Jerry Springer. Its sad my bru, u been here yet never dropped anythin hot,
U battle newbies just to reserve yr spot,
See u do this out of boredom, with least passion,
I called u out, u was carried away like a sick person,
But u saw ma Barz Illa, you thought of changin your pseudonym.
U kno I'm mad wit rhymes, bad with knives,
Guns? I grab the Nina, make that ho put u to sleep like a caring wife.
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