Fuck discussin'.. I'ma just leave u whooped & bludgeoned
Talkin' about U standing over a pit of spikes'll make me wanna push da subject
Da burner'll pop for fun, & I'ma spray rounds that'll hit ya
& ur the cream of the crop when guys cut ya semen glazed face outta da picture
A small contract to kill u, & I'm taking it of course, u pussy
Not a prob @ all to leave u snapped in half for a lil paper. Fuck a fortune cookie
AYO BOB! Bitch, I'ma shout ya name then air u out, watch
I'll pull back da metal & open up ya top but it ain't a House Lo Mein carryout box
Bob's a joke, welcome to America chink! Ya clogs are dope
U gon' diss a pier faster than ya family pissed @ da place they docked thier boat
But even ur ppl don't have ya back.. ur dead u whore, why?
Res & Styk gone.. so if a crews a fix for u then I'ma bring da sledge & four spikes
My words is mean, ya dead as fuck, & just a herb it seems
So doodle be all over the place w/ red shit like 1st graders drawin' murder scenes
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I done champed it all way back. U still losing to teens
you got that Sleep Paralysis style. can't even make moves in ya dreams/
Still working in a Restaurant at 30 is worthless as shit
the saying IS good things come to those who Wait.. but i think u misinterpreted it/
Mannn girls be burning ya ass in the coldest of ways
Bitches been calling you Tiny Tim for sooo long it'd make Dickens roll in his grave/
Can't hold down a job permanently. It's fucking insane
Ur a miracle. If you contracted Herpes the shit would only last a couple of days/
My bitch be out getting her kicks drinking cosmos in hot furs
& remember- whenever your girl 'gets her kicks' that baby is NOT yours/
Quit the drug talk. I swear dude is the stupidest man
You wudn't be a Good Mover w/ Scales if you wore Snakeskin shoes to a Dance/
Strik never been a threat. He gon' be out played
Your Title Run is such a Walker. it'll alert Chyeaah to a Zombie outbreak/
Ur txt is just well.. wack. & ya head'll get swelled black
I'll stomp ya ribs & fucking 'walk all over that cage' like a Hell ina Cell match/
I'm cleaning up allll over. Mad bitches to get head from
Trust if Strikta's ever Cleaning Up, it's the Dishes at ANOTHER Dead End job/
V/non azn bob.....but damnnn homie yah went the fuck in shit...prolly the dopest battle on this site so far just being real.
strik did his thing but i think he leaned to much on that asian shit which hurt'em imo but the quotes were nice i had from him
bob idk who he is but hes nice wit it really consistent verse...this battle was close....dope shit yah'll but i got bob here
can see it goin either way tbh.
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