ألجولة.2. [ MoBaKy ضد moadrap ]

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check this out
yo yo

i dont believe this shit, but u gonna leave when i spit
cuz my verse is so real, like hard steel that u feel
u only squeal fo a free meal, u suck got no real deal
wait till i conceal and reveal my gangsta appeal
i'm ill wit high skill, ready fo any terminatin
mokaky cant u stop masturbatin, u dont know motivatin
there is no chance u win, but u gonna hit tha ambulance
when i kick ur a** and leave u without ur pants even in france
cheap bastard ur bummy, u all are b**ches even ur mommy
ur so f**kin dummy, that u want to battle me, how funny

well yeah u dunt hav 2 belive in shit but ay i do, i keep my faith god n belive in my self so u screwed
n da shit u spit iz so fake u cant even take da cakes dat i bake, wid a blind of my rhymes n my wordz u need 2 take a break
grab a kit kat b4 i bust on yo b**ch a**, moedrap u so need to get back
before am choppin yo f**kin head off n u laid on da street, dat ryt b4 i cut yo throat n am blazin da beat
tryin rhyme tyt but da problem iz u just aint got it, i got da game on lock n its all in my pocket
HA HA HA n tell me wut gangsta appeal u on bout b**ch, BLAH BLAH BLAH u more pussy dan a f**ked cunt shiiiiiiiiit!
oh yeah its a lyrical masturbation am feelin my self, wid ery line dat i spit u losin ya health
n u betta not start fuckin around n start talkin bout my mama. u dunt want da drama cuz last i left yo mam in f**kin coma
m talkin bout beatn me in france?, i take to 2 mars so aliens can watch how am whoppin yo a**
ya dig dat

u dont believe in god ur lyin tryin to shine, i can kill ya a** wit one line
u cant bake a cake ur soft like a milk-shake, no break just throw u in tha lake
stop ur immature chit-chat about the kit-kat, the real shit ya i spit-that
lol ur a pussy i dont see u on tha street, but i heard dat u clean ur feet wit veet
how sweet, i'll beat u up then cut ur throat probably and put in a boat
that will not float fo everything u wrote, u aint got da game on lock
u only got ur lips lickin ma c**k tha big jock, while i'm blastin wit ma glock
u aint no gangsta ur wanksta a pranksta, talkin about u makin drama
u only make drama f**kin ur own mama, stupid ur head remind me of obama
i neva been in a coma u wack liar, i think u watch too much of panorama drama

wut lines u gon kill me wid dos weak sissy ones, tryin 2 rhyme take it 1 step at time n stop bein silly son
b**ch u kill me? i cum back from da dead n i whop yo a**, cum kill u again in da after life n make u a subject of laughs
aint nuthin sweet but me f**kin yo mom n sisters while u asleep, or how u gon hide wen i ride up n down yo street
n i remind of obama cuz of da lyrical bombs i drop on yo pops n yo mama, hi-jack a plane n fly it in yo mouth lyk osama
kidnap yo sista n let yo granpa f**k her in da a** right in front of u, u started dis shit wid families but i'll end it like i'm supposed 2 do
look i bring da f**kin terror, nw look at yo fag a** in da mirror, a reflection of anotha c**k sucka wid cum on da face, if it was up 2 me u wud be vanished to outta space widout a trace
bein disrespectful so so pitiful, even if u was da last rapper on earth i wudnt get wid u
u like anotha lame wantin to make name in da game by dissin da king, i do wut i do n u foolz watch me az am do my thang
while u remain f**kin wid dat gay shit, c**ks n dicks 4 yo kinda pussy aint sumthin to play wid
f**k 10 linez even thou 1 iz enoff 2 murder u, u claim to be da shit but nobody even heard of u
so wut da f**k u runnin yo mouth n on about?, wid 1 line i break yo spine n hit ya wid mroe dan ten till yo bones poke out
f**k it am done i'll let da judges tell who won, if it aint me den erybody betta check da back scenes cuz der must be sumthin fishy goin on

oh more then ten lines, that foolish mobaky thinks that he can grind
behind the scenes ur a ho, yo i need to go but u lost ur mind
but if he did more, i'll do more real hardcore, if i'm a b*tch then u a whore
i'll punch u like a combo u homo, u think it's over no it just started a war
who's tha faggot one? u said in ur first verse that ur feelin ur self. how gay
i'll lay my ak in anyday so stay away, ur gettin old now even ur hair turned grey
u end it like it suppose to? lol i heard that tha streetz u neva been close to
to nothin is wut u compose to, i'll rip u up and cut ur long ugly nose too
my verses are so clean and mean, that they feel it from benghazi to manchester
pussy-baky u only do childish stuff mister, i aint dizzy but busy so go battle ur little sister
ur a fat phony wit a big belly, really wit my wheelie ur tha one who's beeing silly
i'm doin real shit to ur sorry a** i'm like a virous, while u aint rappin but singin like miley cyrus
u clame guns but u only dealt wit pop corn, and ur always in da internet puttin on porn
u nave heard of me cuz u neva been to tha street, i was rappin before u were even born



i only did this 14 lines only cuz he did more then 10 lines

but i dont expect the judges to judge it

i only want the people around the world to judge it