Bro you didn't even respond to my last one, don't stir it up now like you on something

removed from the throne already? damn

rain forests hangin a fragile balance
we gotta make something happen
damn man but what can i doo
cu cu ca choo
cu cu ca choo choo
oo oo
yo mom name is walrus,
id rather hump a faucet
accosted and volunteer hostage for
frosted flake bondage with mine dali-lamstress'
sex mission accomplished
cuz you aint fucking less you have a std
toosik/surrell got those
like yo boi cops mp3's
see me please
im testing out a new cloak
in the hizzouse on a boat
thats remote
ly controlled
the title of yalls film will be
"2dudes 1 especially dark rootbeer float"
haha but its no joke
fishes are dying
emoticons are crying
koala's are sighing
new 3ds super extatic

Y'all got a week from now so put your hottest shit up cuz i'm done with the wackness tryna come at me. That isn't a threat, that's a promise of pain.

surrel' smart cus he can analyze the latest shite rap cacophony
lemme get more of your
take on ye's dark twisted fantasy
im just over here getting my gun loaded
cuz nah mean cuh i dont fux wit the grandiloquent
cryptic pastiche that you always throwin
put that tired act into comatosis
you can type and never rip mikes
parroting schmoney/im sure you dancing right
visit bedstuy and get popped by
young thugs
gainin cultural insight

i **** excess ratchet like i live in a swamp pit
r kelly role play an her cooch is my closet
money so long,roads have double green lines
when im jetting off in the cockpit

I realize this was a little more personal than custom, and feel bad. I want to reassure you that none of those pokes were serious and **** I just remember your posting history to a certain extent and tried to give you ****

i don't mean what i say either sparky, but i don't think surell even gives a sh.it,
his family tree must be a cactus cos every fu.cker on it is a prick.
sometimes he smokes a joint or two, if he thinks that i've been harsh,
i've tried to see things from his point of view, but i can't seem to get my head that far up his ar.se.
sometimes i feel bad and don't want to reply in case his lyrics worsen,
i'm having a battle of wits here, and surell's a fuc.king unarmed person.
when you spit it's funny and definitely worth a read,
but when i read his sh.it my eyes and ears have a battle to be the first to bleed,
when Tristan's dad dispersed his seed, it was two thrusts of his hips and a burst of speed,
but with a woman like surells mum he couldn't have chosen worse to breed,
so it's understandable that soon after the birth he cursed and fleed.
but he's coping well, considering he hadn't a hope in hell,
born in a prisons holding cell, cos his mum was trying to score some coke to sell.

6

5 days left and y'all gave up already? Smh comin at the throne and they got the stamina of john belushi

You want my hottest sh.it? This is my favourite battle chat that I've done on here... against citystateofmind.



i know you think you're good cos you write a lot of sh.it,
but its forgettable, i read it but then i forgot it quick
you read my lyrics and you think 'sh.it, that's propper sick',
you look mad you've got a twitch, calm down son you'll pop a stitch,
i take it all back, the lot of it,
yes you have got a dick, and it was not a pic of Kevin costner's prick that got it stiff.
you're not a bitch. im just sayin its the content of what you spit,
that determines if you've got a hit, not just the fact that there's a lot of it.
but you gotta admit, you just got served like djokevic.
and on top of this, you've got the sh.its ,
i guess Its no wonder you're not an optimist.
still your chat wasn't as bad as last time,
and at your age you can't be judged for past crimes,
i would say write something now but eight o'clock sharp is bath time,
in bed no later than half nine,
but at night you're citystateofmind.
a gifted knight a crime fighter.
you roam the streets with your pretty cape behind,
wearing your sisters tights, the lime stripers,
they're kinda tight but, you find you like em,
in your head you shine brighter than bright, like nine lighters.
now in your line of sight there's a fight, with knives and five bikers,
you're like a viper, stick to the shadows til its time to strike em,
slow down time you strike like lightning,
if i am to believe the rhymes you're writing
you're divine and highly frightening,
your minds reciting the kind of night that makes your life seem kinda exciting.
but that's not what really happened, admit it it was a fantasy,
the reality is for every man you see, you brick it and in your pants you pee.
you let out a panicked squeak, turned and fuc.king ran at speed
found amnesty, eventually on your family's street,
now you understand at least, that when the sh.it hits the fan you freeze
you think you're hot but please, you can't stand the heat,
never known a man to weep so much in a handkerchief,
you're the opposite of hot you're fuc.king antifreeze.
first it.was a ganga leaf, a gram at least,
you're on your hands and knees, praying it puts you in the land of sleep
but you can't roll it til the shaking of your hands has ceased ,
you didn't turn out to be the man you planned to be,
your lifes a calamity, angrily yu wave your arms and stamp your feet,
these days you wank all week, well at least t il your hands are weak,
then you sell your ass to a man for free,
so now in part thanks to me,
cable ties round your hands and feet,
you got banged and beat by a gang of three randy priests til your ass began to bleed.
look at.you, 15 and sucking on your grannys teats

your the one who needs a week to prepare

I'm to lil wayne, pac biggie what you are to upcoming travel arrangements

I just wanted to see if y'all could really rip it, and if y'all would even battle if i wasn't around to catalyze - apparently y'all can't and won't; toosik's recycling rhymes and you ain't even rappin.

4 days

btw how many times a year do you see mayweather fight? not to mention champions get vacations, they earned em.