free styles

well it ain't a rap battle if it ain't mc so let's see I'm breaking down all new rappers to our children your shit is a disaster face made of fake ass paint and plaster but from here and after I'm bout to shout in the mic given it back to the master's of game our voices flip we bout to go insane and you weak bitches are the one to blame shooting your gun without Persition and aim im.not here to tame but to take dumb bitches like you outta the game best switch lanes before I have to bury your name white chalk lines surrounding your body that's how the OG's taught me one bullet to the dome now your free to Rome in the land of hell that you have to call home cause I buried your body and your souls gone ready to step to me I lyrically make your flesh bleed you cease to speak cause I lyrically I hit you now your knees weak you shouldn't have blink think now your rap like shit it stinks