Throwaway battle

Boot ya with the sole of my steel cap

You ain't see that?

Cap ya with all that bottled anger and lay ya flat

But I ain't hold no gat

So I'll pimp slap ya like the hoe you are

Ash ya with the tip of my cigar

Get you bitch to French kiss my dick, au revoir

My morals don't mean shit in a lyrical spar

It's like you're a little slave looking up to a tsar

And you won't do shit cause you'll leave with scars

Looking at stars pass by like fireflies after each bar

And that ain't shit to toot my horn

You'll see headlights from my car heading for you, bright as the surgery you were born

See people cradle you in their arms, rock you back and forth

Try and raise you up

But they don't see a man just pork

And I'm the big bad wolf, gotta feast of course

That consists the habit of me eating the whole course

I'm coarse in my rhymes, you took the wrong coarse

Cause your coarse would be like Anakin with sand, but without the force

So i'll force you to forge your passport and move forward

'fore I hit you with the ford harder than the axis hit fjord

So I ask you this: at which point will you ask to quit

I'm ampt on the diss so don't continue this

I got verses with wordplay on any given work day

You might say it's cliche when I say I warp within the relay

So relay the message without delay

This a throwaway, anytime we can replay