Alright NG listen up. A lot of you like to think you got flow and you know your way around a verse. This is a call out to all you lyricists and song writers in an all out battle against me.
The rules:
I don't care what you write, I'm just going to try and respond with something better until someone writes something so amazing I choke or something.
No one take shit personal. I don't need 32 PM's telling me how much I suck and should die. Because I don't care.
So go to the Hip Hop Audio Portal, put on some beats and try to fucking rip me up! Whatchu got NG?
Broken-Needle, from now on I'm deletin' ya posts unless its a flow for that my page is advertisin' here. Don't even speak my name again until you can breathe some original shit and take this seriously. Beef over scores prove it. No matter what you've said, the scores. Prove. It. Your flow is just simply not as good as mine. Work on it before ya come back.
And as I sit here, listenin' to this beat
I keep givin' in to the flavor of the week
And this shed I'm livin' in, with nothin' to eat
just be messin' with my head, until I can't speak
And as the roof leaks and fucking mice squeek
I just think of all the people who wish they were me
Standin' by the steeple hoping Jesus speaks to me
And shed some light on destiny, fucking born to be.
And now I'm comin' up like a storm you see,
Blowin' out these trees like they little bumblebees
And as you stand there, mumbling on your knees
Pleading for your life, begging please for mercy,
I throw ya in a hearse 'n speed to cover ya in dirt.
Wipe that smirk off your face before ya get merked,
in some corner street alley way as I fuckin' go bizzerk.
Man listen to me as I take this shit first
'Cus my Smith and Wesson kicks with a burst.
And you know I aint stressin' as I call your name next then,
Cut you through the neck then replenish my blood thirst
just another slaughter in the pig pen dirt.
DevlinEdora
I like to rhyme,
all the time,
you're really gay,
and it's not okay.
Sick Burn. Straight Ripped.
RoobyKillAll
Yo, this guy named Devlin E
Thinks that he can fuckin' step to me?!
What the fuck G, I thought we were friends
Let's get the mendin' goin', so lend a helping hand.