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Stalin
We both from Chicago, his record wont change cuz its a tourny, his email is [email protected], he lost to IceC, we got the same name (Dave)
ill rip him wit ease im predictin he be dissin me weak he gettin fucked in this tourny like this 'bitch is in heat' lyrically buckin rounds, got u duckin now, ima rush this clown cuz he thinks he can 'see me' cuz we from the same fuckin town ya lines is wacker so comin against me ya rhymes'll shatter how u tryin to 'step up' when u cant even 'climb a ladder' my punches'll beat his face, u need a break cuz u weak and fake fuckin wit me will get ya a 'slice', I aint talkin no 'pizza place' u couldnt 'speak on me wit 2 cents', im 'smackin this kid like im dudes pimp its no question who wins, cuz he gettin 'left in the mud' like 'shoeprints' ya records like 'constipated babies', it dont 'need to be changed' BSD couldnt 'afford' this loss if he had '4 G's to his name' how u made it this far, better thank them wack kids Fuck it, 'Yahoo' aint the only time u 'stankngraphix' u aint less in rank, but im lyrically wreckin stank ya lyrics is 'full of more shit' than 'sceptic tanks' BSD better prepare for pain, couldnt 'rock ice' if u wear a chain fuck this battle, think u can get 'close to me' cuz we share a name? punches swarm this kid, u get 'fucked' so much u should be on the corner bitch ya styles weak, ima 'expose this fuck' and it aint no 'porno flick' ill slay this duck when, he betray the trust and just admit u lost, save the fussin leave his face crushed in, ppl only notice u cuz u rep Renegade Productions
BSD
Y'all in for a rare treat... got L.A. witnessin' Chi's finest I give emcees heart attacks, Stalin irritates like a dry sinus Put you under and keep you deep-fried like a fresh batch of french fries The closest I got to feelin' your stuff, I was guessin' your girl's breast size Got you jealous, but it's OK - like Mike rockin' his Billie Jean perm I'll rhyme circles around this faggot like Ru Paul infested with ringworm This kid must be dreamin', I need to exorcise my team's demons My dick spits hotter than Stalin, I'll beat his text with steamed semen I bring rhymes so hip, sometimes I can't even see over my pelvis Don't hate when I tell this, Stalin's worse than an A-Clipz album of Welsh Hits I draw a fine line, there's great Renegades on the crew... and then Stalin Orion told me had had ill battles, how come BiggStankDogg never saw them? This guy don't contribute to crew - I'm puttin' Renegades on the map, man My rhyme's global like Ronald McDonald, you're the Hamburglar of McRapLand My man thinks he's game for the Stank, but all this dude beats is his joystick Makin' this kid feel helpless - he sucks, like Sigfried slobbin' on Roy's dick... Don't even think of advancement, the final rounds are for rhyme winners Stalin couldn't step correct if he watched a StairMaster tape for beginners This shit's easy-breezy, this girl's cover gets bent like a knee fold I'll make you submit easy, takin' the piss more than R. Kelly's pee-hole Make ya roll with my punches and smoke you worse than a rabid Snoop fan I've read better content than yours on the back of a Campbell's soup can So read the Nutritional Facts, man - you needed a dose of Vitamins B,S,&D, son Cuz I found you deficient in rhymes - you're sick if you think you beat me. 1.
The BiggStankDogg Has Spoken...
------------- . . . Now who said they fuckin' with me? They just said that FUCKIN' with me They didn't mean it Nah . . .
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