Big Dino - Rap Battle

Alright, Alright.

It's time to give you a stage fright.

I'll create a blood splatter,

By killing you with a sledgehammer.

I'm a gangster,

Also a prankster.

Don't mess with me.

I'll stomp on you like a bee.

Rapping is a hobby you lack,

It's because you're on crack.

 

Roast n' Rhyme, going to the supreme.

Everyday I'll be listening to some Trap Queen,

Tupac, Lil Uzi, Big Sean n' more.

This is what you're missing out on, do me a chore,

And listen to them homies, you can't understand the extremity,

And towards me, control your hostility.

I can't, that's why you, should back the crap up.

I'm shooting some B-ball inside the hoop.

Maxin', Relaxin', Rappin', Roastin',

Can't get enough of that.

 

Round 3, hello, hello,

Making sick bars is what I should be doin', though.

I got a great, great, great, epic flow.

Please don't make me end you,

When you fart near friends n' girls, you'll smell like poo.