trap.
01-31-2013, 07:30 PM
E2:
Ayo, JQ, I think there’s been some sort of mistake here
I got no one to battle... Ebro just murdered this fake queer
MLS, I seen them pics of you performing--don’t get so scared, son
I ain’t gon clown on ya chinstrap--it holds up that haircut
Shit looks live Devo: I’m sick of your credo, the ficklest ego
Getting played with on stage like you’re Tickle Me Emo
For real though, take yourself home to your grave that’s unknown
Put a razor to throat and shave to the bone one day when alone
Better pray for a vote, just don’t praise what you wrote
This battle’s set at a billion in bail: there’s no way you can post
Don’t matter if you edit your message, your text is horrendous
Dead your profession... just stick to those headless impressions
You were fucked in the brain at birth and nothing you can say can hurt
You couldn’t hit close to home if you bunted your way to first
In fact, dating sites are the only place your personals connect
Learn some more respect. Ok, you’re not the worst--just the worst of all that’s left
That verse, in all respect, ain’t got thought or force, it’s not that ordered
You sure as hell ain’t seeing the semis after gettin drawn and quartered
Ya moms got remorse and she wants the report
Just tell her it’s filed under ‘LOST’... to make a LOng STory short
Mr. Long Story:
Shit, completely forgot. Throwing down 16.
Alright...pic diss, vote line..personal...and..yep maligned my moniker
Elementary verse...you even talked your shit behind a monitor
And while I'm on my way to stage dive, you're right clicking to save as
This ain't queer eye for the straight guy, fag, who cares what I shave and ain't have
But alright..I'll level with you, we're both all about the benjamins
Difference is...mine are paper, yours are tall, dark and gentleman
Let him win? ha...never...I'm clever, kid...that's fact, accept your world's end
Even when my verse is clearly half assed like DS's girlfriend
You're drop sucked...I'm sorry...just not enough to defy my claim
Beach ass...your rap game's washed up and child's play
And about shit? I doubt it...we all know who's braggin' the crown, kid
Still..have the purse of this battle, I know it matches your outfit
I was considering personal punchlines...however I'd never get them right
And Besides..
I'd feel weird looking your name up on the sex offender site,cuz
Otherwise...E2 ain't got shit for a reputation
You've been here..what.. six years?..still ain't no one know you by name, kid
Ayo, JQ, I think there’s been some sort of mistake here
I got no one to battle... Ebro just murdered this fake queer
MLS, I seen them pics of you performing--don’t get so scared, son
I ain’t gon clown on ya chinstrap--it holds up that haircut
Shit looks live Devo: I’m sick of your credo, the ficklest ego
Getting played with on stage like you’re Tickle Me Emo
For real though, take yourself home to your grave that’s unknown
Put a razor to throat and shave to the bone one day when alone
Better pray for a vote, just don’t praise what you wrote
This battle’s set at a billion in bail: there’s no way you can post
Don’t matter if you edit your message, your text is horrendous
Dead your profession... just stick to those headless impressions
You were fucked in the brain at birth and nothing you can say can hurt
You couldn’t hit close to home if you bunted your way to first
In fact, dating sites are the only place your personals connect
Learn some more respect. Ok, you’re not the worst--just the worst of all that’s left
That verse, in all respect, ain’t got thought or force, it’s not that ordered
You sure as hell ain’t seeing the semis after gettin drawn and quartered
Ya moms got remorse and she wants the report
Just tell her it’s filed under ‘LOST’... to make a LOng STory short
Mr. Long Story:
Shit, completely forgot. Throwing down 16.
Alright...pic diss, vote line..personal...and..yep maligned my moniker
Elementary verse...you even talked your shit behind a monitor
And while I'm on my way to stage dive, you're right clicking to save as
This ain't queer eye for the straight guy, fag, who cares what I shave and ain't have
But alright..I'll level with you, we're both all about the benjamins
Difference is...mine are paper, yours are tall, dark and gentleman
Let him win? ha...never...I'm clever, kid...that's fact, accept your world's end
Even when my verse is clearly half assed like DS's girlfriend
You're drop sucked...I'm sorry...just not enough to defy my claim
Beach ass...your rap game's washed up and child's play
And about shit? I doubt it...we all know who's braggin' the crown, kid
Still..have the purse of this battle, I know it matches your outfit
I was considering personal punchlines...however I'd never get them right
And Besides..
I'd feel weird looking your name up on the sex offender site,cuz
Otherwise...E2 ain't got shit for a reputation
You've been here..what.. six years?..still ain't no one know you by name, kid