MC Rage - RAW BARZ : MC Rage VS Symfamous lyrics

(2nd Round) I'm rappin and I'll put it through, send his a** back to all his foolish school, shoot'em too Get his *ghost* writer, grab'em like I'm *Scooby-doo*, tie'em both to the back of all the groupies glued… and repeatedly stab'em with a rubix cube And he loves his bikes and all, okay… fine now listen, pay high attention… and picture what I'm rhymin' dawg… Well, I will dunk, his silencer on his spines and tongue till it slides in on his eyelens, and gets his eyelids on… Get it I'll, silence-her (Silencer) I'm violent dawg, I'll stomp and just hit his face with some nachos f**in disintegrate'em with hot quotes, slicing him twice.. and punch'him till we see how his heart flows And the only reason you even begged your pops to buy you a bike… is cause you love rubbin' accelerators that's not yours….. Gay f**, and in fb your status updates has so many grammar mistakes, so I'm askin a thang.. to this cheap ho.. like, how do you type ?? Clappin AK's to your pupils, than stabbin' you clavicle/limbs with a few swords, using half'a leg for grabbing your head and smashing it straight to the keyboard ??? like what the hell And you're nearly twenty, you're not savin' earnin li'l cash to live And you're really just wack c*nt You're not good at study, and what you spew ain't worthy, so I'll straightly murder him and f*ggot b**h I maybe the FAT one, but based on these data's… you're the one who's a HEAVY burden to his family… (time) (3rd Round) You wann'a brawl, dyke please I'll punch your bars, and make you run upon, 9 clips… shootin a movie with you and an uzi Son it's my, tongue as guns… tight sh** Shut up c*nt, and you an underdog ?? wonder why ?? I see Cause its only appropriate that you are one cause you'll always be under-dogs like me… And you must be dreamin if you think you hot, spittin your useless flows I'll hit'em with lucid quotes, till the visitors view this all, as a dude robbed… victim'a shootin bars You tight ? Nah, I'll take your badge'a honour, and break'yo raps it's karma The way every fools eye, will be fixed at this dude dyin' like 2Pac, featured on Truman Show And I keep makin, sick statements.. and these haters can't detain'em I mean, I ain't here for the green papers, I'm here to blend cadence, with pen letters, brain pages… rampaging With devilish spit, this lady is weak… and even the best persuasive promotion from at&t could'nt make this symfamous (sim famous) I'm truly vile I'll pull in over your home, cool with smiles Ring the bell… ding-dong, go in wild and shoot'your mom Throw whatever this dude can find, at your father until few appliance flew in right … through his stupid eyes Then I move inside your room with knifes, brooms and kites Push your wife Tie your girl to the sky, and play snooker on that hookers b**bs with tubes'a light… brooms and knifes Get her clit hadouken-ized Get her vagina/clit… pull it tight and spread that p**y wide enough for me to fit a f**in juvenile And that was pretty violent, and most prolly… ya'll will, fine me with some hatred… yet I don't see a reason I mean, I'm dominant with phrases and got an armor full'a patience for this occasion And that was just a warning sign to all you b**hes and the ones holding the crown of this location, that they can expect to get their honor dislocated and the title to be taken, like I was Liam Neeson