BiggySmalls94

I know I'm whit but my rhymes are tight, I bust out when I'm in a rap fight so just bite... yo' bottom lip so tight while I bust a rhyme on yo' ass... fo' the night you ride just like a cowboy on a saddle rememba' I aint you in 'dis rap battle while you drownin' in the lake, doin' da' dog paddle But you aint know my cold wata' 'cause I gave you a taste of man slaughta' when we get to our own 8th mile we gon' get in our own rank and file run so much we gon' throw up our own bile just as we dial... our own style... of our revival but once in a while... we see the emeral isle... and puerile... we become Though I know I aint black and I dont just yack yack and I aint on crack I follow the main track people think I'm wack and people tell me what to do and you did it too but at least right now I aint you.

You say your the hottest rapper,but u must be talkin bout me, your a punk ass bitch wannabe mc, you flow like a pipe, that needs some liquid plumber, my rhymes are so hot but yours theres none dumber, you try to talk gangsta so you say feel my metal,put the hardest thing you pack is a red rose petal. ill stop now cuz my words is to fresh, they hit u like bullets rippin out ya flesh

You got no flow what so ever, im discusting in my lyrics, and nobody does it better, im sick nasty, nobody will ever pass me, if they try and cheat, they get shot in the ass See, I spit so hard you can call me sedimental, I can spit freestyles or with an instrumental,I rocked it from New York, over to Sacremento, you just teasin im squeezin leave you leakin from the temple,im schemin while im sneakin through ya home, the beams on the iron I guess im creepin with the chrome, while you sleepin and you dreamin you dont know, ima start leakin shots have you bleedin from the dome.Sitting here thinkin about another verse to disperse your mind, im sick I work even the worst easiest lines, Im so nice that im nasty,im so bangin im bustin, will the pushin lead to shovin, when im bustin, you got a shit metal flow, its rustin, im lustin, a thick bitch with her lips on my somethin, but listen here little man, you peter pan, I sizzle like bacon in the pan,im hot like a thousand degrees, this me with the cheese, fuck around and I squeeze,but listen please, i'll bring you down to your, wait your already on your knees

My music is lyrical, damn right its spiritual, when I spit my shit tight, I preform miracles, my shit is astrological,lyrics are phenomenal, got you dudes fallin off as if it was GEORONEMOOOO! Lemme show you the skillz I got, yes my shit is dumb hot, but when it all sums up I only got one shot. and first im not a dimwit, dipshit, you can get whipped quick, with the pistol to your lip bitch, pistol blast, missols crash,and your shit is wicked trash, I whip it fast, to zippin passed, dont call me fat, you can get slapped, and trapped in ya basement in ya slacks, that you wore at splish splash, your bitch ass, cant keep with a flow your complete trash, battle me, itll be a catastrophe, you are just another casualty, you get rattled b, by the Ak I have with me, so battle me, beat you, and i'll catch assault and battery, this was tragedy, for you to even rap with me.

Prepare for destruction, no chance for reconstruction, I blow mics up, I spit spontanious combustion, this fuzion of styles the im usin, I thought prevents me from losin, but when it comes to who is better, we really know who is, the tool is, a gun that will fracture your frame, I use fractions and fizions to win the game, I spit nuclear explosions, and volcanic eruptions, who is the winner, oh theres no discussion,I spit like a Right Tackle and sack as I rush in, have lil tom runnin from the crushin.