SICK RHYMES (battle vs melviink)

i just woke up, its 10 minutes to eleven,

time to write some lyrics and just kill this bitch in battle,

yo the only time youre winning is the stringbikiniraffle

u have rhymes and flows, i have nine-millimeter weapons

"how do i write songs like that? i dont know what words to use"

youre a worthless tool, your gang is full of puppets, like ernies crew

 

ill kill this kid with rifle mags,

im swinging back, like micheal jackson

kid, ill trip the light fantastic, - big figure, like sirenhead

you can see me through the windshield of the daimler benz,

on mississipi-islandsand, or innercity-highspeedtracks

my gritty verses, rhymes and raps, play digital like ironman

winning streak like skyrim-fans, so crystalline like heisenberg

 

"MelvinK!" ur not a rapper, u sound sick, bitch

the only time a hard bar comes out of your mouth its ****

look the bentley, the royce,

look the ready made joints

motherfucker, youre not a rapper, youre a toy,

yuh im dealin the crack, kilos of meth

yo your raps are a pandemic, just like stephen kings "stand"

ill kill this whack melvin-whore, cuz

his gang has more goofys, than disney-land california