Here's retaliation for you, EHR, kiss my ASS.
You FUCKED Up...
You think you fuckin' a fi' dolla ho
when you fucked an ugly ass to the flo
cuz she's a fatass that'll bust your low
and flatten your fag-ass, you livin' no mo.
When I take a bitch, I make that ho grow
and fuck that bitch with a Super Saiyan glow.
You claim you strong like Super Saiyan
when after a fight with me you be payin'.
A heavy consequence for your bullshit
cuz I'll kick your ass, on yo body I spit
and then on fire, you're gay-ass I lit
I cut yo mom's titty off, have u suckin' 1 tit.
You fuckin' around, in a fight and got bit
while I don't fuck around, you'll get ya throat slit.
While you couldn't get no xmas pooding or clit
then kill your ass, and drop your carcass in a pit.
Even tho you can't rhyme
worth a fucking dime.
Your non-existant skill
be covered with grime
you gonna pay up a bill
while doin' some hard time.
And your gay-ass thinks you got it all
while shit, with my freestyle I cut off yo balls.
Yo if you fucked my mom
you did it with a single nut bomb
you gots bad taste
she musta set your pace.
I put you in your place
you gay wigga bitch
I spray you with mace
murder you and leave u in a ditch.
Nigga fuck with me you gonna get your throat cut
cuz when you fuck with the best, you get fucked up.
You couldn't live up to the test
I guess Eminem said it the best
"So you know why crackers never earned a dime
because YOU SUCK motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme."
Why on a website you say
you can't figure it out!? You're fucking gay.
I want my hate to be known
and your PSO career blown.
I can play around in both worlds
and chock yo ass with Cheeto Swirls.
Cuz while I go out and lay some girls
you grabbing some gay-ass, and doin' twirls.
So since I know you stick it in that shit
I got's me a can of ass-whip
for you to come get
cuz all yo freestyles are all some dumb shit.
I'll murder your ass and put you in an early grave
or be merciful, let you live, but only as my slave.
I'll kill you, fucking wigga
put a shotgun up to yo head, pull the trigga
cuz while you think you slick
EVERYONE know you don't got a dick
and all you can do is take a dick to lick
you gettin' it on with some guy named Nick
while even he thinks your a fucking prick
even he knows you're just a trick.
I'm 'The 900' of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater
while your just an extra eaten by Lake Placid's alligator.
You a gay-ass masturbator
at yo favorite 'Saved by the Bell' character, A.C. Slater.
Even the first time I said "I'll see you later"
I knew yo ass was a faggot traitor.
All of your bad spelling and grammar
left you small enough to bash with a pog slammer.
It's funny you think you can rhyme
while yo ass can't take the time.
With yo skills, we can peel the rind
and yo fucking mind be in a damn bind.
Into dog meat, yo ass I'll grind
cuz yo pussy insults ain't enough to mind.
The shit you find sexy be ass & excrement
while you take yo small shit and boil it down with semen.
While I'm the bastard, rap demon
with no opposition it is now seemin'.
When you battlin' me, yo ass I'm creamin'
thinkin' you'll win? Fool, you're dreamin',
cuz fool you sure haven't learned readin' & writin'
and damn sure haven't learned the first rule of rhyming.
The last shit of the lines gotta sound alike
how could you know, u be raised by a dike
with yo fucking mom named spike
Like mother, like son, in yo family only, seems like.
None of yo shit could even sound right
while people in awe, of how my shit is tight.
Since yo skills be so weak & light
and for sure, yo ass certainly ain't bright.
So try my shit, you fuckin' bitch
but for now, battle sides are switched.
It's your turn to try some shit you dumb fuck
try to schedule it between the gay-ass and screwin' ducks.
You FUCKED Up...
You think you fuckin' a fi' dolla ho
when you fucked an ugly ass to the flo
cuz she's a fatass that'll bust your low
and flatten your fag-ass, you livin' no mo.
When I take a bitch, I make that ho grow
and fuck that bitch with a Super Saiyan glow.
You claim you strong like Super Saiyan
when after a fight with me you be payin'.
A heavy consequence for your bullshit
cuz I'll kick your ass, on yo body I spit
and then on fire, you're gay-ass I lit
I cut yo mom's titty off, have u suckin' 1 tit.
You fuckin' around, in a fight and got bit
while I don't fuck around, you'll get ya throat slit.
While you couldn't get no xmas pooding or clit
then kill your ass, and drop your carcass in a pit.
Even tho you can't rhyme
worth a fucking dime.
Your non-existant skill
be covered with grime
you gonna pay up a bill
while doin' some hard time.
And your gay-ass thinks you got it all
while shit, with my freestyle I cut off yo balls.
Yo if you fucked my mom
you did it with a single nut bomb
you gots bad taste
she musta set your pace.
I put you in your place
you gay wigga bitch
I spray you with mace
murder you and leave u in a ditch.
Nigga fuck with me you gonna get your throat cut
cuz when you fuck with the best, you get fucked up.
You couldn't live up to the test
I guess Eminem said it the best
"So you know why crackers never earned a dime
because YOU SUCK motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme."
Why on a website you say
you can't figure it out!? You're fucking gay.
I want my hate to be known
and your PSO career blown.
I can play around in both worlds
and chock yo ass with Cheeto Swirls.
Cuz while I go out and lay some girls
you grabbing some gay-ass, and doin' twirls.
So since I know you stick it in that shit
I got's me a can of ass-whip
for you to come get
cuz all yo freestyles are all some dumb shit.
I'll murder your ass and put you in an early grave
or be merciful, let you live, but only as my slave.
I'll kill you, fucking wigga
put a shotgun up to yo head, pull the trigga
cuz while you think you slick
EVERYONE know you don't got a dick
and all you can do is take a dick to lick
you gettin' it on with some guy named Nick
while even he thinks your a fucking prick
even he knows you're just a trick.
I'm 'The 900' of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater
while your just an extra eaten by Lake Placid's alligator.
You a gay-ass masturbator
at yo favorite 'Saved by the Bell' character, A.C. Slater.
Even the first time I said "I'll see you later"
I knew yo ass was a faggot traitor.
All of your bad spelling and grammar
left you small enough to bash with a pog slammer.
It's funny you think you can rhyme
while yo ass can't take the time.
With yo skills, we can peel the rind
and yo fucking mind be in a damn bind.
Into dog meat, yo ass I'll grind
cuz yo pussy insults ain't enough to mind.
The shit you find sexy be ass & excrement
while you take yo small shit and boil it down with semen.
While I'm the bastard, rap demon
with no opposition it is now seemin'.
When you battlin' me, yo ass I'm creamin'
thinkin' you'll win? Fool, you're dreamin',
cuz fool you sure haven't learned readin' & writin'
and damn sure haven't learned the first rule of rhyming.
The last shit of the lines gotta sound alike
how could you know, u be raised by a dike
with yo fucking mom named spike
Like mother, like son, in yo family only, seems like.
None of yo shit could even sound right
while people in awe, of how my shit is tight.
Since yo skills be so weak & light
and for sure, yo ass certainly ain't bright.
So try my shit, you fuckin' bitch
but for now, battle sides are switched.
It's your turn to try some shit you dumb fuck
try to schedule it between the gay-ass and screwin' ducks.