1st Round:"Word Play"
[intro]Hot Stylez:"Come on man,u dont need to do dis"~Yung Cautious:"I know mayne,i really dont cuz i care bout dis gurl"Hot Stylez:"I know how u feel muh nigga cuz i battled her too"~Yung Cautious~:"Word?? wow and u won too didnt u?"Hot Stylez:"Yep,but i gave her props tho cuz i dint mean to beat her by more than half da 50-50 percentage"~Yung Cautious~:"I dont want to do it but i guess i have to i mean u gotta take a loss sometimes"Hot Stylez:"Yea man i hear ya,so u gon call it off?"~Yung Cautious~:.......U must be crazy dis is da best rapper,ima take her off at da neck lmaoi dont back down from nobody"
Rnd 1
since birth ive been clean,da number one rap athlete//im not da one u can consider beat//its people likeu i eat,like trick-or-treat sweets,i toss'em concrete defeats//next thing u know a.p. retired by sir cautious,her profile was delete//my flows double tapped her mind like a robocop .45,she all talk and talks cheap//try to walk wit me//S.C.//Yung boi cautious says his flows bring amputation leavin a.p. wit no feet//she so confusedof how i spit my rhymes,i got her scared and foldin up like a car seat//reach fo da .45 from behind my back,"blum,blum",no heartbeat//cautious is a bad boi,fire hot,i sling dat raw heat//ur rhymes is like frozen re-fried beans,haha u need to re heat//west tampa all day 8-1-3,i aint da one to call weak//im on point like a bethoven orchestra,mayneur flows is off beat//i got no sympathy fo hoes,its bitches like u i wouldnt mind to mistreat//i tell all da mods to standback,ive been hungry since last week,i aint complete in a battle unless i know i got dis battle at da neck,they sayda yung boi nastier than raw meat,i be who i be,all it takes is one blow on da mic from YC to perform a clean sweep,and a.p. and her niggaz yellin back retreat//i got da baddest bitch sucha by my side and im up against a gurl whos 16and wears a size 3,(damn dats petite)//i repeat dats petite so if u think u da hottest chick,it dosent take a week fo me to grab pen and sheet,and to write down wat i see//in u dat u obviously cant picture,cuz to me ur nothin but a hoe in these streets wearin a t-shirt,statin "Skeet,Skeet"//fuck me?//NO fuck u//u and ya crew//SOA beenda shit ever since dickies feel through wit da navy blue//candy baby,its ya baby,baby,im lettin u know im wit'cha//i bust a clip before i pull da trigger//my OG's big,i call'em chevy tahoe truck niggaz//lil'weezy?....naw im half da nigga//im bankin multiple figures//yea da Yung Baby boi is a mathmatician//damn im way too sick,my flows too hot,i need water//dis is da battle fo da ages "dahot stud verses Bill Cosby's daughter"//somebody call her//and tell her to forfiet dis battle,she oughta//dis is an order//(errr rewind)im on a cam corder repeat,forfiet dis battle dats an order//im way to mature fo dis youngsta,she watchinrugrats im watchin Law&Order//she has no clue who she up against,so could i be ya father?(lol)
" I don't have time to waste my time so let me go ahead an rip this dude, oh and sir cautious keep it gutta an do what u do best........ eat pussy.
so nigga what it do/ im the realist bitch on this site/ niggaz say yea it's true/ man i'll have beretta spin that lead up in ya sweater dude/i'll have ya stupid ass dead up in the woods dude/ im so hood dude/ N accept all challenges / especially frome amatuers/ u takin a bad flight/ headed for death/ land here for burials/ you herd da boi T.I / so keep it very cool/ or else.. shit ima bury you/ there for there wont have to be a [oh my!] str8 hit between da eyes from a 4-5 now da nines aimed at dude/next thing you know you don't exist no mo/ now the angels is forced to carry u/ u know whats up tell niggaz whats happinin/ my lirycs is the best weaponry/ i dont see non/ ima tampa soldierYEP one of the truest/ my mouth's a gun/ these rhymes is bullets tryna damage ya to the fullest/ u got alotta shit to say/dont let it build up / say whats on ya mind/ let it come out of ya mouth/ or i put da nine to ya brain and so you can let it really pour out/this win you dont deserve it/ wear a life jacket when u battle me bitch for life preservance/ i'll leave dudes sic and blu with out life insurance/ ima young nigga servin/ tampa soldier/ see me ridin n swervin/ treat niggaz like bread/ apply the heat an str8 toast dudes/ treat dudes like bar b q meat i fukin smoke dudes/ n u da ro-tiss-ary type/im keepin it hype / you spittin that lame shit/please bitch hand me the mic/ cuz im always sptttin tite floes/ n dear i do it so often / so u can thro ya mic an career in da coffin/ dawg if ya flo was a shoe it would be compared to a starter/ [ hell unknowned n not valuable]/ yea u spit street talk but bitch u gotta come harder/ im hood rich /cant picture me fallin /gotta problem/ here listen to the words of the revolver/ i know i got niggaz on deck to be petite hell dont get mad at me/ hoodrats mad cuz im stackin cheese/ niggaz take coats off n put on vest cuz im packin heat/ bitch stop sendin me messages/ u know what fuk it / im threw wit u/ soon youll be torn like latoya luckett/ tired of a bitch nigga frontin/ niggas runnin cuz im comin and im sendin em hits/ u so busiy lettin niggaz fuk n sucha suk on ya dick/ fucked up so quick/ but listen u didnt have to post a fake pic just to get my attention/since when u need a URL address to post a picture/ damn i just dont get u/ tried not to let this get personal/ but im havin a couple of issues/ but its me an u/ we had to face off/ before u say somtin u might regret/ just know i gotta a gun that'll grab ya face off / i bet you ugly as hell/ face might make bitch go blind like ray charles/ ...... but fuk that let me run it back/ i got a nine waitin for u on my side/ when i find you ima keep shootin till it's no sign of breath/ look here bitch nigga, i been patient now it's time for death/ after im done you'll look like what results from meth/ [horrible]/ fukin wit me is bad for ya health[ u already know dat tho]/ u most want bullet wounds n broken clavicles/ fukin wit me/ killen ya self is what you rather do/ u know im from 8-1-3/ bitch u claimin my hood/ you just another fake 50 cent claimin you hood/ down there you know whats good/ u know dem boys kill/ hell ya life'll get took fasta than birth control pills/ ima have ya body like the cleaners have ya clothes sealed/ up/ but shot n thrown in da dumpsta/ fuk you n sucha/ busta/ fukin wit me is suicide/ theres no other like me/ y/ cuz i ryde of die/ now a days u talkin shit on the side/ hell you fuked on not havin the realist bitch by yo side/ but i aint trippin / y / " cuz ima pimp [pimp] in my own [own] fuckin mind/ "yes im/ tippin on fo fos / grippin my 4 4 / if u trip im a slip holez str8 thru u an dat dumb hoe / but im not gon trip/ y / cuz you not gon trip/ y / cuz u n dat bitch scared of da gloc i grip/ niggaz get popped like pills/ spit ill / i put the sic in music/ fuk u an what u bout/ n thats piss n bullshit/ ya whole styles generic/ fake ass lil wayne wanna be/u talkin shit now/ but bitch u da one who wanted me/ fuck all da beef/ ima drop it/ just know i dont feel no remorse/ y/ cuz im heartless/ just dont think u gon top me/ u just battle / hell ima artist/ respect this chick/ y/ cuz i per- fect this shit/ fukin me just gon get you filled wit clips |
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