F.U.(🖕🏾)

Battle 2☠️ anyMc(Many Mc’s) Wanna get sumthin straight from da top of da shop There’s 2-3 things people should know ‘bout Hip-Hop So let’s go,n’ step up MoM, Here you gonna get some This will be your ANTHEM Where u goin’ u phantom ??? Just tell me the SYMPTOMS Sure I’ll find Da syndrom Do you have da’ WISDOM Can you hear these tom-toms Stop smoking yo POM-POMS here is yo surprise Bum Death comes in DONG-DONG remember this SONG-SONG just started a PING-PONG bell’s ringing DING-DONG Finally you answered Man just watch your temper Overflowin your pampers I’m a take your papers Cuz I need your I.d. Or this shit’ll be empty Ms.Lopez in RapFame You’re as hard as your name So your name is J-LO no harder than JELL-O Make it quick,Suck a dick Cause that’s your spinach Eatin’ all that Stuffed pie Gets you strong Like Popeye So you’re the best writer, Hope you’ll send an answer, Sucky,sucky,sucker Well You see I’m holdin’ What you doin’ foldin’?? Puttin’ this one ALL IN You’re going to sin bin Five minutes for boring And this is where me and da Beat put an ending But you can enter that battle Like your little friends Ac’pella So you’ll be sure to win In that game,your game,his game Rap fame,my mind says Rap tamed If you don’t care, 4 me it’s even less You won’t be impressed I won’t care Yo bitch mind Forget your sex, now your bitch is mine Happens every time I leave da place and you behind Who wants your autograph signed Ain’t even worth ten times A piece of crap,worth ten dimes Take back your glass of wine Sorry you’re not my kind I would hurt you BIG TIME, You wouldn’t be doing fine, Shouldn’t have bet over blind Now you see I’m holdin’ Why you always foldin’ So i’m going All in Put this one under the pin You’re going to the sin bin Five minutes for being borin’ But you can enter that battle Like your little friends Ac’pella So you’ll be sure to win In that game,your game,his game Rap fame,my mind says Rap tamed That battle is insane But you’re fighting in vain Just Keep on trainin’ Maybe next time you’ll be the one Who entertains but now you’re The one dying like Kurt Cobain Your usual Fame I Guess you’re the kinda bitch,Going ACAPELLA Nigga here’s your new name I’m a call ya WACKABELLA I made this one just for ya Hope you’ll send an answer even though I won’t listen to it Cause 4 u there’s no difference Between RAP N HIP-HOP.... Shit keeps on Rollin’ leavin’ you askin’ Yourself,why would I Return to my shelf, I’m answerin’ cuz your face looks like yo style,keep on hidin’ did You heard about da rapture,fuck it you’ll Sure be captured,now don’t worry, I don’t believe in magic n’ fortune tellers, BUT just 4 fun I decided to create Taylor,She’s a card reader that told me your fate you’re supposed to stop rappin’ on this date,so then drop the mic or just wait 4 Rap to be outdated,so whatever you’ll spit me out,I’ll Send it right back thru your mouth,Write to Amazon,of course they’ll never want you back,who the heck likes Big mouths,so here u are they sent u back for this bout,I’m a Punch You with my right and my South,maybe I I’ve spent the whole day under my same grey cloud doin’ cocaine on my same old couch but when i saw your demand 4 battle ,I dropped off the needle and wrote all this Down tonight,and I’m sure my rhymes are so tight,they’re equal to dynamite,realize I’m right,4 da writing I’d win a Nobel Prize,while you’d be watching porno sites