From _19-04

What is all of this noise that I hear/  sounds like a bunch of animals running in fear/ Do any of you all know what you talkin about/ Or are these just meaningless screams and shouts/ Guns, gangs, gold teeth and chains/ All your psychobabble talk makes me insane/ Each and everyone of you is out of luck/ I think all of you suck/ Not one of you is worth a buck/ Worthless as a Ford pickup truck/ Found on the road dead/ You all need to go home, go to bed/ Fenixpunk, you stink like mildewed spunk/ S.B., I don’t know what to say/ I think maybe you’re the one that’s g*y/ Hobo Jesus, what’s in the name/ Hobo the clown fits better, your broke and lame/ I don’t care what your homies say/ I think you all need to go elsewhere and play… who the hell are you to think you can mention my name?/ this is my game/  theres the door, cya, glad that youve came/ dont let it hit you on the ass on your way out/ youve lost this bout/ you had no chance, you whisper, i shout/ my first thought was why bother? why even waste my time?/ Read more: https://www.musicbanter.com/song-writing-lyrics-poetry/11857-rap-battles-lyrics-punk-rap-freestyle-rapper-5.html#ixzz5mbB0n5zJ