lee is life
freaky guy 667: gurl u wack
eskalator1331: son you on crack
eskalator1331: and I be rhymin'
eskalator1331: damnnn
freaky guy 667: rhymin' all the timin'?
eskalator1331: ooo I gotsta contender...
eskalator1331: but he will surrender
freaky guy 667: playa you be trippin
freaky guy 667: yo rhymes be slippin
eskalator1331: son your rhymes be shiz
eskalator1331: you must be playin' ... for riz
freaky guy 667: gurl u don't even talk streetz rite
freaky guy 667: so just end dis fite
eskalator1331: boy, you must be blind tonight
eskalator1331: because my rhymes... are outta sight!
freaky guy 667: i don't no wat u thinkin
freaky guy 667: dese da worst rhymes since...ABE LINCOLN
eskalator1331: boi, you must be maxin'
eskalator1331: you as crazy as micheal jackson
freaky guy 667: i don't touch lil boys, u gone crazy
freaky guy 667: exactly y ur rhymes be lazy
eskalator1331: if I be lazy, you be damn dead
eskalator1331: maybe you sexy... in your molestor head
freaky guy 667: gurl u need ur head checked
freaky guy 667: otherwise u ain't neva gonna get respect
eskalator1331: boy you must be trippin'
eskalator1331: this doctor reccomends... some finga' lickin' chicken
freaky guy 667: chicken? i prefer pork
freaky guy 667: watch out or i stab u wit a fork
eskalator1331: ooo your words cut so deep
eskalator1331: just like when I stab you with a knife... in yo' sleep
freaky guy 667: u take me in mah sleep cuz u weak
freaky guy 667: PS gurl u wreak
eskalator1331: I take you in yo' sleep to be kind
eskalator1331: and my boo tells me dat' I smell dayumm finnnee
freaky guy 667: gurl dat don't rhyme
freaky guy 667: u must be gettin tired, check da time
eskalator1331: yo' momma says dat it's time fo yo to be in bed
eskalator1331: so grab some little kids... and get some head
freaky guy 667: no u did not just imply i r. kelly
freaky guy 667: i'll get mah bros and we stop on ur belly
eskalator1331: you're no r. kelly... atleast he can freestyle
eskalator1331: yo' rhymes stink as bad as a poo pil
eskalator1331: e
freaky guy 667: poo pile? obviously u been smellin ur mama
freaky guy 667: either that or u tryin to bring da drama
eskalator1331: oh you did not just bitch at my mudda
eskalator1331: she smells like heaven, compared to ya brudda
freaky guy 667: mudda and brudda ain't a word, foo
freaky guy 667: may be thinkin i lie, but it's tru
eskalator1331: yo' probably just be dead in da brain
eskalator1331: from where my grandma hit you wit her cane
freaky guy 667: i broke yo grandma's hip
freaky guy 667: u no how? i made her trip
eskalator1331: you besta put on some a b-proof vest
eskalator1331: because she gotsta a gun now... and she'll shoot you in da' chest
freaky guy 667: pssh plz i stab her wit a knife
freaky guy 667: dat put her out her strife
I think we all know who won that rap battle :)
eskalator1331: son you on crack
eskalator1331: and I be rhymin'
eskalator1331: damnnn
freaky guy 667: rhymin' all the timin'?
eskalator1331: ooo I gotsta contender...
eskalator1331: but he will surrender
freaky guy 667: playa you be trippin
freaky guy 667: yo rhymes be slippin
eskalator1331: son your rhymes be shiz
eskalator1331: you must be playin' ... for riz
freaky guy 667: gurl u don't even talk streetz rite
freaky guy 667: so just end dis fite
eskalator1331: boy, you must be blind tonight
eskalator1331: because my rhymes... are outta sight!
freaky guy 667: i don't no wat u thinkin
freaky guy 667: dese da worst rhymes since...ABE LINCOLN
eskalator1331: boi, you must be maxin'
eskalator1331: you as crazy as micheal jackson
freaky guy 667: i don't touch lil boys, u gone crazy
freaky guy 667: exactly y ur rhymes be lazy
eskalator1331: if I be lazy, you be damn dead
eskalator1331: maybe you sexy... in your molestor head
freaky guy 667: gurl u need ur head checked
freaky guy 667: otherwise u ain't neva gonna get respect
eskalator1331: boy you must be trippin'
eskalator1331: this doctor reccomends... some finga' lickin' chicken
freaky guy 667: chicken? i prefer pork
freaky guy 667: watch out or i stab u wit a fork
eskalator1331: ooo your words cut so deep
eskalator1331: just like when I stab you with a knife... in yo' sleep
freaky guy 667: u take me in mah sleep cuz u weak
freaky guy 667: PS gurl u wreak
eskalator1331: I take you in yo' sleep to be kind
eskalator1331: and my boo tells me dat' I smell dayumm finnnee
freaky guy 667: gurl dat don't rhyme
freaky guy 667: u must be gettin tired, check da time
eskalator1331: yo' momma says dat it's time fo yo to be in bed
eskalator1331: so grab some little kids... and get some head
freaky guy 667: no u did not just imply i r. kelly
freaky guy 667: i'll get mah bros and we stop on ur belly
eskalator1331: you're no r. kelly... atleast he can freestyle
eskalator1331: yo' rhymes stink as bad as a poo pil
eskalator1331: e
freaky guy 667: poo pile? obviously u been smellin ur mama
freaky guy 667: either that or u tryin to bring da drama
eskalator1331: oh you did not just bitch at my mudda
eskalator1331: she smells like heaven, compared to ya brudda
freaky guy 667: mudda and brudda ain't a word, foo
freaky guy 667: may be thinkin i lie, but it's tru
eskalator1331: yo' probably just be dead in da brain
eskalator1331: from where my grandma hit you wit her cane
freaky guy 667: i broke yo grandma's hip
freaky guy 667: u no how? i made her trip
eskalator1331: you besta put on some a b-proof vest
eskalator1331: because she gotsta a gun now... and she'll shoot you in da' chest
freaky guy 667: pssh plz i stab her wit a knife
freaky guy 667: dat put her out her strife
I think we all know who won that rap battle :)