Rhyme buster

i dont have to trick the niggas into beleivin what i have

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

you just a kid with a magnifying glass sitting over an ant pile

So lets battle,Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

since you've had to try

i tried to warn you little nigga either stop or die

i'll be defeating you with all my sick rhymes

ur rhymes aint as sweet as mine they sour like lemons and limes

the battles over lets decide who wins

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Never we know if that's the end or if it just had started to begin