Battle Rap (disrespect) 2/24/2015

Okay-your raps sound a lil smart and you probably got a lil Hart,

won't matter this the first horror flick of 20 15, so limbs gettin torn apart.

hate to have to resort to violence, but I seen you flinch,

like how your chick's body contorts, cuz she ain't expecting that extra inch.

Have the whole crew hopping the fence.

I'm awful, who the hell taught you,

you the kind of cat, order champagne & get sparkles,

I show up in dark hues,

Under armor mask, gloves on swiggin out a flask,

red dot on ya liver, that's a laser pointer on the task.

for get the guns get with you like scrappy doo,

Oh!, your a balla, so thats why you only run n shoot.

posing with straps online, so others punks can say that its cute.

well, now i know too, now I'm in the loop,

seen who you hang with, recognize your whole sucker filled group,

run up on ya (grenade) tear down the stoop.

no need for funerals everybody is looking crispy,

"HappY" is playing, not one eye is misty.

No reports, no one cares, how long you've been missing,

dump ya ashes in the harbor, leave a note on your windshield "I've gone fishin"

 

DISCLAIMER:

JUST A BATTLERAP, NO REAL VIOLENCE INTENDED