الجولة الاولى (ب) - [ lil shady 81 ضد moadrap ] <<

guess i'm a start first
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yo yo check this out yeah

yo that guy named lil shady, wanna battle me u got to be crazy
b*tch i can make u ma lady, this mc isn't ready hes lazy
and ur lips remind me of jay-z, u aint grown u still a baby
go battle someone ur size, relise that i'm too wise. recognise
me and ma crew we can do u in tha street like a exercise
ur wack not even on da track and da mic said that u spit lies
i'm a straight g sick mc, u betta move away when u see ma soldiers
yo dawg plus look at ur hair, u need to wash it wit head n shoulders
ur a phony a lonely u don't know me, f*ggot stop actin like u ma homey
ma words go down on ur nerves, this freestylin shit u can't pull it from-me

waitin

yo yo check this out
so u calling me crazy,ama go with dat,cause with rhymes im like teeth and ur getting cracked
so I got jay_z lips,b**ch u got beoncey hips,so ur my slut,ur a** is getting cut,u know wut,ur not young buck,short dude,kiss my butt,ama make ya lick my nuts,so u want me to battle some one of my size,then this battle should b over,cause ur in the size of mice,my freestyle is rare,so beaware,I shoot words,and i dont care,so head an shoulders,,I didnt think ur a girl,ama throw u out the borders,ur calling ur self a soldier,in a war with me,u will b out in streets,looking for something to eat,u cant stand the heat,ur young,with small eyes, like hwang lee chang,he is not libyan,he is chinese,his disses r so little,I thought he is droping pease,so ama leave ya with dat,u lil rat

yo yo a huh uh
yeah uh

yo in a battle wit me, dude u wouldn't even last
u spit old shit from tha past, u know me f**ka i spit fast
i aint got beyonce hips, but u got shakira's a**
ur a cunt just like ur aunt, when i stunt try not to front
so u compare me to chinese, ur just fake neva seen real gees
or emcees like me who freeze, suckas like u aids boy u got a discease
u only got pissed n dissed, with my line head n shoulders
ya were soldiers n gun holders, gay guy we wrap u in folders
half ur verse is pre-written, and u stole ma words fo hittin
i'll get u clapped wit a bat, if i'm a rat then ur a twat

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so u say my shit is old,how can u tell,ur young ,dawg,wut is funny lil ass bunny,u took the word beoncey hips,and change it with a**,and ur calling ur self fast,this shit must took u for ever to spit,and it is not even close to a hit,reading my lyrics must made u piss go to ur moma u might get a kiss,cause the only thing ur good for,is being dissed so I got aids,at least dat would get me rich,while ur just gonna b a poor snitch I eat gangsta meat,make rappers kiss my feet,but dont worry,cause ur not a one ur just fake,battling u is a peice of cake,I dont know y,but with ur words,hiphop might die,so leave it,cause ur a clown,im the king of the reca,so hand me the crown,I drop lyrics of the dome,while all of ur words,were written at home,so u say u have soldiers,yeah u got,but there r following my orders,and ur a faggot,u lil maggot,my words u cant hag it or chag it,so u betta go find another thing 2do,rap is for kings,not fo kids with lil angel wings