I'm rippin vicious bars, you're swimmin with the great whites./
I'm a heat seekin' missile comin towards the way tre flies./
It's the element of surprise, with this verse energized./
Put him in a hearse like the rest of the dead guys./
See my rap composition isn't tradition./
It's like heavy artillery with full ammunition./
You're here to beat me but it's an impossible mission/
that causes a vision for me to kill with precision./
I already won, you'll see why. You can rewind/
and watch how I swat 3 flies./
Your a heat seeking missle, well I'm a cold blooded killer
My words wound ya like razor blades and tazer volts, leave ya in a daze for days, until death invokes.
Full ammunition? Impossible mission? Listen buster, I been rippin rappers since you been crappin in pampers,
I'll slap ya and damper ya diapers, then crack up with laughter,
cause ir1's been done son, started this battle knowin that I already won.
Yet he still came with lines, like a hooker's demise, took more than he could handle, by battlin tre's mind
put three in his head, and fled to these bread cries, B1tch is brain dead now and forced to swat tre's flies.
Sorry for my lateness, been working and been sick.
My clips spittin wicked bout me spittin clips, cripplin cats, and drownin dogs.
This frown is long, while I blast ya cerebellum, not too fast though, I like em yellin
You wish you had airtime, like how tre flies, but when you catch wind, its blown between my thighs
And your girl, I know she a dime, cause when I flip her in bed, it goes from head to tail to tail to head
Then I bail and bang hammers with feds, leavin ten plus dead, go back and bust one more head
Ir1, but twice is nice, and thrice is nicest, tre 2 dope, make bad b1tches elope.
By the way, no offense to ir1 but I didn't put too much effort in these.. Like I said I been busy and sick, so haven't really been in the mood for writing, sorry if thats a let down or anything. I just wanted to get this finished so the tourney can be finished.
If I were to advance though, I will put more effort in as not to disappoint.
I didn't even think the tournament was still going. I failed you guys sorry. lol
Just for the heck of it i'll wing it right here.
yo yo It's the eye-are-one, spit a verse and you're done.
Lyrics hittin with precision like a gun. Run tre fly,
I don't even say why. I stay fly and watch trefly's demise.
I'm on the rise droppin' skies. You're poppin' lice and coppin' rice?