| Hittman: yo this hittman gonna hit u in a crazy way/u should switch names wit blaze cuz u flamin gay/ no dont say nothin or ima havta let the guns spray/ its to late now theres no time ta run away EQ: hitman what the hell is that/ you so dumb you confuse guns with gats/ you talk about i be flamin gay and i should switch my name with blaze/ battle with me i leave you dazed for days/ after you step this you should be the one to run away/ the creptik crew don't like yo ass anyway Hittman: ok man that took u forever to think of/ either ur just that weak or u were lookin for help from above/ most of that shit wasnt even yas i said that b4/but i guess thats what i can expect from a penny whore/ keepin sayin everythin i do and end up in a coffin/ ima take ya an new level/ take u fo a spin/ i dont care if u think im weak u still aint gonna get a win EQ: ok fuck you i don't care what you say/ your ryhmes don't me shit to me anyways/ i can take you in one round/ knock you to the fuckin ground/ yo they call me the origanl baby gangsta/ you try so hard mutha fucka imm bank ya/ shank ya/ you try to be a studio gangsta/ yo i be like and1 cross you over and break yea ankles/ and i just wanna thank ya/ cuz this be the easiest win i done ever had/ you betta back up before you make me mad Hittman: man u need to think of more original flows/ hit u so hard in ya knees u bleed outcha nose/ u can keep sayin the same shit u aint dissin me/ u just hurtin ya self homie/but if u think u good keep ya confidence up/but if u aint got nothin betta ta say then shut the fuck up/ cuz i wanna battle somebody who gonna bring my game up/ not somebody who sound like a first time pup EQ: don't hesitate just take time to think of your ryhmes/ cuz right now imma drop a dime/ imma tell you this once cuz you a lil runt/ ill role you up and smoke you like a blunt/ this ain't no compatiton/ what you need to do is listen/ cuz you might learn sumthin that you never learned before/ cuz you know you be messin with a real hard core/ you when i spit it's like gettin hit in the face/ i make ya bleed all the way to ya knees/ make yea say please/ cuz you know what don't step to this real mutha fuckin G Hittman: u probly aint even in high schoo/ its all good lil homie keep thinkin u a big/ this shits gonna hit ya hard enuff ta splitcha wig/ but dont be scared give it all that u got/ even if u the only nigga that think that its hot/ u ur numba 1 fan but u think u big timin i heard u spit that rhyme about how u be dimin/ its all good if u have to use old flows/ we all know u aint competition/ dont worry everybody knows/ so while u thinkin about what u gonna say next im just sit here and wait while theys ho's clean my feet EQ: yo man can take as long as i want/ it's not my fualt sumthin is crawlin up yea cunt/ don't mess with the one and only EQ/ cuz he'll come and shake yea whole crew/ man you try to battle get your signals straight/ i know you so scared cuz you startin to shake/ say sum new shit instead of what im thinkin/ i know you gay cuz you be winkin/ im tired of you cuz you as fake as it comes/ man i thought i saw you on the street lookin like a bum Hittman: man u sound like docta suess wit that weak shit/ u so ugly u had to be a blind hooka ta hit it/ but its ok if thats the only way u can get it/ u keep referin to the fact that im gay/ but dude i think u the messin around on 82nds way/ if u wanna hit below the belt i can do that too/ i have ya own gurl suckin my dick lolipop not a charleston chew/ man u need to read the dictionary and find some new words/ cuz i read docta suess and its the same thing that i heard EQ: yo this is the last round im surprise you survived/ what you need to do is open up your eyes and realize/ that i got sumthin maybe a surprise oh wait/ you dead cuz i knocked you in the head/ man look what you did you made my floor red/ but we know who won/ you just need to get this right son/ you in denile it took you a while/ cuz imma bout to wipe that smile/ right of you face just like i did to your mom/ last night she was workin on the chair wearin a thong/ but hey im not the one to judge/ man you ain't nuthin so i just wipe my shoe on you like a rug |
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