ultimate roast
• Written by Dannyboy
Im not here to beef but you aint aloud to breath you ganna see me at your
door with a 10inch saw wiping you along the floor asking for more
cause your a little bitch my ass is what youll kiss cause this a diss track got a
few hoes with racks by my side my dick on a traintrack destination your
mum.By the time im done youll be under neath the floor board in 60 pieces
along with your neice and sister ill fist her over your corpse then tie her up
and torch the building.Blues and to's in the distance ill show all the resistance
on earth ill curse myself into a hearse cause im fearless and ill leave your
mum rearless with a 6inch blade in her ass this aint my task but ill see the
flask half full sitting in prison 25 to life smuggling in knifes like a true G with
me its a true battle known to rattle motherfuckers in the dirt 6 feet down in
the grave cause i organised a rave on top your nans grave cause its what
they crave, a maze of rhymes thatll be ill timed but its not a crime where i
come from.The great plains of africa its a massacre with a 11 inch blade
Best to stay out my way when im in raged in a cage a cave like bin laden
id send a plane to your studio like coolio i got slick flow so get pack in the
row and you best believe no pictures or ill let out a mixture of words and
threats knee a motherfucker in the chest leave you a rotten mess best not
detest my word cause here its law or ye be nawed by a dog savage in life
now whos right?
Pointless chorus is what youll see here but best fear verse 2 cause like a
mule the click is what i carry on my back but thats wack to be rap battling
some random guy online so rewind my flow take it slow in verse 2.
Wait 2 weeks youll see me at your funeral after we fight numero onero a
one v one a battle under the sun broad daylight you best believe its a fight
And not in words ill curb stomp you in downtown L.A so out my way when i
pass you in the street otherwise youll meet nuckle 1 2 3 and 4 like a
common whore skeet down your jeans cause im clean no evidence i was
there, its rare youll see me in the cell like the kell of kells ive been isolated
for years so ill harbour your tears and roast your rear on a spit ina shit storm
in the middle of no where.
ill split your balls open and roast em like a delicacy ill relish thee and its
flavour so do me a favour and pass me politely cause you dont wanna fight
me im a mean MC a real villian owning the streets with rhymes out my ass
Drinking piss from a flask cause im raw in taste ill mash up your face with
brassnuckles best not chuckle in my presence or youll get an un pleasant
present cause this the present not the future ill loose ya in the woods and
hunt you down like its friday the 13th and on the 13th anniversary of your
death ill rest on your grave and engrave a racial slur over your name
and claim your wife with 2 words so i hope youve learned not to post a rap
battle ever again thats it un-friend
Pointless chorus is what youll see here but best fear verse 2 cause like a
mule the click is what i carry on my back but thats wack to be rap battling
some random guy online so rewind my flow take it slow in the street
End