Rap battles

See you can spit the best on this ****.

I'm a tiny booty pimper
Poppin her I bust my temper
Tappin fast my balls be flappin
And Clappin
Hitten ***
And shes passin gas
So I'm taking the bypass
Threw the pubegrass
and to the face i dash
To give it the **** stash
Then this ***** begins to laugh
So i throw her mouth the big bass
And watch her eyes collapse
Like she relapsed
So after all that
Im at bad
Today I've been lyrically convicted
For being straight up addicted
To gagging up words so consistent
Her hit this blunt its terrific
When you walked in I seen Ya sense it
Lets go cruise n booze
Got our beers
Got our Bags
The letters to the dears
And our forty five mags
Liquor store
clerks a hore
Shot her in the Head
Now shes Dead
Pull out my tweezers and dig for the lead
Wipe the prints
Pop the vents
Out the back but first leave a letter to the rents
You see I dated this *****
Gave her what she wanted and made her rich
Gave You the world but yet you dismiss
BANG! I loved you miss

BY: YODAMAN420 p.s. Just lyrics, I like to right sick and dark.