Battle Pro 3

First me against life,

Then me against a robot,

Now its me against the site,

All right now,

Yeah,

 

Many wordy faults, my sins needs to get washed away,

But my dirty thoughts gets in the clothes for lingerie,

That turf you crossed, know I will kill you to prop per tee,

The perfect loss with the odd diss he had, like wandering;

Bitch it’s not gonna rain, you’re calm before the storm’s bad,

Bet I could probably break your palm, enclose it in a forecast,

I’m all for sojourns, ask you don’t walk on my doormat,

I call it tit-for-tat cuz you knockers get bore-flashed;

One messed up semester had just sped up my blood pressure,

Congestions from tests, all my professors with fuck-lectures,

Sequestered away the pupils like I went and shut my crevice,

Pretend like it isn’t present, expecting nothin’ special;

Get my pat on the back, your pats are checking for substances,

Or pat on your back like a starfish dwelled in your rachis bitch,

A savage kid who raps against disses with some importance,

But why actually keep coming after them when I come before them?; 🤷‍♂️

Gravitate so gradually that I'm magically float-ing off ground,

You ain't gravity so quit trying to bring me down,

Look in chambers I pull up like sluts that sleep around,

You “pull up” like babies with diapers for peeing out;

C-O-I-N-D-R is OP like a clinic visit,

Cuz DR is for “Doctor”, that’s where your crib be in,

Not DR for Dominican Republic, bitches with

No drive like “DR” still crashout like inconveniences;

Cuz I beat the brakes off you, spew my message taken through

Wind direction rates, I get swept away like a broom,

Irony there's hiring freeze, I'm pressing play to resume,

Applying to me as your trade but your resumé isn't through;

 

You think you're hungry? I'm cooking in your pot belly,

Have your guts eaten, sucking like some spa-ghetti,

Don't eat at my table, if you dine I might light a dynamite,

The flash will blind your eyes, see black and white like a diorite;

So please just die, alright? We can do this the entire night,

Monetize every hit in the sky with the lightning strikes,

Keep me out a brainstorm, a few tornadoes can set me off,

My thinking cloud's so big the news reported heavy fog;

My laugh sounds more evil than you being tickled,

You cats piece colorful shit together, looking like sprinkles,

That shit was sweet, wonderful bits that yall don't scribble

Out like each silicone ink wax for them digits on your lotto ticket;

Rummage up your trash shit before the dumpster truck

Buckles up and lifts your last hit no one saw like a sucker punch,

I'm Punisher, you can't sue, if you take it to the heart ache,

I'll set you on a ban too like language used in Zimbabwe;

My vision is endless without a doubt, my specials are small,

That's why I never put out EPs but all my episodes are long,

You don't do me favors, even if I was homeless often

I'm still never 'desperate' for offerings, I wouldn't 'beg' your pardon;

Despise anyone who's been asking to stop with the whole

"Using AI for their shit and passing it off as their own",

Trapped in their use of Suno, casual slop through the phone,

If you post it I'll roast it, don't get mad after talking to you bro; 🫵

Dope track to fold rappers with, beat slaps like Joe Jackson's kids,

Toe tag the protagonists, "we back!" but who asked you bitch?

Ghost snatchin' the soul gamblers, I'm dragging your corny asses with

"We're fair like Scholastic picks", you're stored flat gathering dust with it;

Guess I'm too fire if you think I'm going down in flames,

Let it crash and burn up like Kobe Bryant's plane,

Oh wait, that was a helicopter? Lemme go back to square one

And put the circle peg through it with a fucking nail gun;

All my life been choosing paths with no name to call em,

Rather fight a losing battle than not face the problems,

Back's against the same walls that's closing in on me,

Been trapped inside my own thoughts, I'm focusing on me;

Early bird catches you worms, you couldn't throw the items

Of any stone attached to the dirt, you'll know your time's up,

My reptiles means business, we're Collared lizards owned with ties on,

So if you want us to be caged, you gon' need the crotaphytus;

 

Too easy.

Say something to me.

You won't cuz you know you can't.

Battle pro, I'm out yo

 

Free popcorn? 🍿🍿🍿