me and joe abay had a freestlye contest, who one

RaStAGoRiLLaS69: my rhymes burn you so bad, they arrest me for arson/ your on the street selling drugs, im on late night talk shows with jay leno and carson/ better pray for god to save your soul/  when this rap battle leaves you all empty and cold/  all the gambles on me, even the bets/ youve never killed a cop, your not a motherfuckin thug yet/ your 2nd to me in this city, im the yankees, your the mets, and i promise to pay the debts on the casket and the mess i left after your death/ scrambled your brain like confusing question/ andas i spread a message to all the wannabe thugs not to mess with this./

whatifiwasking: u think u a tru g but ur bitch ass is just a new be, when i get older ill be og and ull be chilin at my sinagog eatin parsley ur the wanna be thats tryin to play so take ur fake shit and thrwo it away i dont gotta have a long as rhyme to beat u all i gotta have is a cover up and my 22 plus im in shape from runnin from da cops us fatter then my bitch ass paps im done messin with u the only thing i am is a worn out jew

Xanga

im a be postin my rhymes and shit heres my first rhyme

Verse 1: Words really mean nuffin that’s why true playas aint bluffin homies use words ta tuffin but when push comes to shove homie im shoven I put my gat to yo face pull back the trigger time to erase im done my case and 5-0 wont find a trace cause im cleaner then mr clean u the one that came in my scene between me and a machine im high on caffine I don’t know who ta hit theres so many people callin me shit im a punch a bitch and hit her wit her tit someone needa jump start my heart and put it in gear ive been doin the same shit throught the year People talk shit thinking that they bad but its kinda sad that a homie wont back his word then shit gets slured ur vision gets blured and u start ta shake ur temetures to high its begin ta bake like a cake cause u’s da fake that tried to pull a g but im a C R I P nuthin gets by me u lookin slimy all types of grimy u jus cant touch my flow not even a hoe could break the chain im insaine like sadam husain I got a problem in my brain I go to the doctor hes says im sped so I pull out my nine and put 2 in his head

Chours: Would u take a pistol to yo face brain all ova the place it’s a race to see whos got the balls ta kill cause I do that’s why im still in yo grill I do this shit fo a thrill not fo fun talk shit only if u wanna kiss my gun Would u take a pistol to yo face brain all ova the place it’s a race to see whos got the balls ta kill cause I do that’s why im still in yo grill I do this shit fo a thrill not fo fun talk shit only if u wanna kiss my gun

Verse 2: Theres a lot bitches in this world that’s bodys get hurled into the ocean all this emotion causin promotion of a fight but don’t ever feel contrite but don’t fuck me dawg im not gonna be the last motha fucka u see im mad to an unreasonable degree im not sick my brain just wont click im forced to beat people wit a fish stick ahhh im sick of motha fuckas in my face im embrace so if u come to close I’ll choke ur bitch ass wit a shoe lace

And the judge will pass my case cuase ur the provoker im the provokie that’s the difference between u and me im the one to end a fight this is an invite to ne one who wants ta go bring It i aint no hoe im good for my word this is absurd that u think u nice but I’ll slice and dice u like freddy and Jason bitch im a stone mason I can built shit that el split ya skull u aint important u null so back the fuck up while I rap this track up