rap battle tales

verse)    rap battles       slaughter all like cattle       take yo skin like leather make a saddle       to ride out find you wherever you hide out pop up like fiddle faddle       discipline you with a grin pops secret paddle       make your whole body rattle       im so mad I'll       send you where I live where the rats'll  Mack right through a pack of Paxil       eat through the flab and your veins like a cable       like a fable you all fallin like the tower of bable im unstable       send you where I live where you call me OG not mister       my hometown is sinister       take your sister       play a little twister.       With her?-       shit i wont quit until i fist her       here in my hometown you hear someone always on the trigger       go figure no good deads those who do will bleed    you cant pick up a liter of litter without losin a finger from a bomb from shit to clean       now you cant hold your own       in a town thats known       for turnin out chrome soldiers like its rome       where bitches cough up the foam       while they blowin up my phone       where snitches in pain they moan       where they brace a groan       you aint full grown       how i know? cuz your minds prematurely blown       all that you'll amount to is a few short lines etched in stone       i'll still be alive in the 215 we light up a cone of homegrown       im only in my hometown for these skills I hoan       I gotta get back to the smithsonian where my skills on loan       ive got so much more to say wont you please stay and play for a minute?       Son this is only the begginin      first I get to sinnin       then I start sippin       all the while blunt hittin grinnin       then I get to lickin       holy shit am i trippin       lost for fourty eight hours       boy this deasel taste sour       son fucksin with these flowers       cuz they give me super powers       just enough to snuff out these cowards       so far gone I need to go faster cuz im runnin backwards       facin these bastards       rappin dapper       ive mastered       got the good words better than the pastor       im faster       all the while let the hash burn       writin lyrics with my head restin on a wall of cracked plaster       head restin... head restin... until the dream is captured know me (freestyle) no need for codeine, only smoke screen,  smoke weed, flow free,  know me, OG dont breath when im on this poetry,  showin people so they see,  im so angry like the stormy sea blowin trees,  thoughts form and leave  no yo hold up wait for me,  dont go yet there is more to see  than bein born poor in need  just meals that look happy steals the youth turnin you  into their mini mes it sickens me Sick of People (Written for the What's the Point Comp.)  sick of people askin me if this life has a point  when half yall got six kids, no job and only half a joint  sick of people askin me if the means are worth the ends  I tell em I aint tryna make friends only pay the rent  sick of people askin me the god that I worship  for it is selfism now go on abhor it  sick of people askin me the reason we exist  give the plot a twist, and write your own end to the script