[Hush]

Battler 1


you'll get wrecked from the jump and left with a lump//
I'm testing this chump.. looking like something I'd snack on for breakfast-or-lunch//
.. I'll punch you in the gut and make your intestines-combust//
and cut you into sections for an-adrenaline-rush//
.. I'm "dead-as-fuck", like having sex with dead infectious-sluts//
that I will shread you up into peices and "blend-your-nuts"//
who'd defend this punk? he's soft.. he never wanted to battle//
he threw in the flag quick.. like gang affiliates-in-seattle//(.. lol, gang members in d.c area who live near, "the white house")
Im ready for war and dressed in my camou..
throw a grenade if I have to, and watch the shrapnel stick to your skin-like-tattoos//
.. bullets'll hit you when I lift up my pistol//
.. leave you with so many holes, the air you breathe gon' make your body-whistle//











Battler 2



Don’t got it in u to be mean; Ya loser DNA says it all
Tryna keep this L on the DL - Ain’t nuthin’ Bad boutcha but ya Cholesterol
I’m winnin’ Easy and the truth might sound cruel
I’ll literally leave here & he’ll STILL take 2nd after the Bounce like a Ground Rule
I’m finna stun ya melon if you wanna act raw
Nigga you’ll hear a Steve Austin entrance when I shatter that Glass jaw
You gettin’ Fists, Kicks, Knees, damn the arsenal’s long
Plus I’m surgical with the bows: Tommy John...
Drive By and as the spark creeps,
Nigga get Rolled Up on quicka than Barc’s sleeve during Shark Week
Yes I’m disrespectin’ this prick,
you’ll be a Sneaker Head as I put ya face to the curb & give u a Collection of kicks