Jinks - Rap battle round 1 lyrics

It's always my time no clocks With rhymes chill like dope spots And I pop the sh** that got lil jojo shot Believe it or not, this fellow rapping to you is a problem And i kick a** all year long from fall to Autumn My advice don't start him Cuz I spit twisted like the p**n of a who*e gettin her a** fisted by both arms and no harm to her insides have been inflicted You're in the presence of a prick who get lit n lifted Whippin stick shifts shifting Grinding your gears all the way down to the bone Stealing furniture evicting rappers out of homes Attack of the clones, warzones sorry but the stores closed So please control your hormones and b**h ways Or else we'll gut your a** and put you out front as the display You still want to diss me here follow me this way Come to my house party grab that knife ill show you how the kid play