Round 2 - Kin vs. Bxyunggritty vs. Badi Alii - (Kin wins 4-3)

[Bodey]

Badi Alii has withdrawn her track

https://soundcloud.com/badiali/real-life-round-2




this sucks :/ sorry, just couldnt stick with the beat

I work 2 jobs and I'm still fuckin broke
Mornin Dunkin Donuts, I wanna slit my throat
I'm spittin at minimum wage with venom and rage as Eminem plays
Wincin in pain as they continue to obliterate me by pinchin my pay
I'll probably end up quittin today cuz I'm just too offended to stay
Ima head to the beach to go sip on Guiness and fade til I'm more tinted than Dre
Drown myself in the bay til I'm whisked away by the waves and go missing for days
I get a little mean as I'm scribblin these
Spit into the mirror listlessly, just before it's smashed to smitherreens
Take me to a better place, away from all this blindness
Sick of feelin lifeless, sick of people's disguises of sugar-coated kindness
Their fakery is spineless, classic rookies at its finest
Already decidin if I'm a pussy or a lionness
That's why my liver is always aligned with bitter hepatitis growing as I write this


Dont like my voice? That's a good choice cuz it leaves me annoyed
That's why I roll joints, listen to Royce and act like a boy

That's why I'd trade a pair of heels for a couple of Nikes
That's why they'll always squeal how I'm nothin but dykey

That's why it always matters if they're not gonna like me
How do you apologize for such an obsessive psyche?


I've juggled personalites, the ones that nibble self-esteem
I'm troubled worse than allergies that tickle at an addict's sleep
A couple perverts have at me, something done so callously
Popped the bubbled fallacy that drinks would always balance me
Woke up in the middle of the woods with cuts that still bled
It was as if 100 knives were stabbed inbetween my legs

How twisted is it that you think you're on your safe ground
And wake up rigid in it fully naked from the waist down

But I didn't go to the cops, I let it fester for months
Insanity grew like the crops that you'd roll in your blunts
Suddenly caught the crazy flu and shanked a few with raging fuel
Now you're on the ground with eighteen wounds, aww look what you made me do

Starin blankly at the street, seeping its entirety
Feeling faint, afraid to speak, I lost to this guy in my sleep
To this very day, I'm here, hoping to dissolve this
Looks like you only get laid when they're totally unconscious
So nice to think out loud, i bet your mother would be proud
Now she'll get to hear what her shithead son is all about
You're just a lost cause bitch, it's no wonder you're adopted
No skeleton in my closet, you smelly lintball in my pocket
Cuz my point of view is more interesting than you
It'll take you down a road that you wouldnt wanna go
And expose all of your sins to the black angel yo
And we know exactly what you'd do, you wouldnt even fight it
You'd sit there, talk your nicest while you straight deny it
Well I hope you like the weather when the temperature is spikin
Cuz you'll forever burn in hell until you fuckin start to like it