battel guru

well here we are again I came to battle you it's not the first time and when the crowd cease it's you they start to boo cuz you suck when they see me they start cheering and the haters shut up and when you start rhyming you sound like you got rocks in your throat your next broke and you got hit by a truck look it's not that you're stupid is that you just suck I wish I could teach you to rhyme it's a crime don't give up who when you start to mess up you throw down your mic start crying and run amok can't teach an old dog new tricks so get on the porch and shut up not saying anything we don't already know we all know you suckand you keep praying everyday that it's with luck you gets struck but your prayers were answered it was bad luck you were given now you stuk your rhymes are so bad wish I could raise them from the grave but there's nothing I can do to bed rhyming your slave my last words I will pray for you and ask God that you he will save