gimme a challenge nd win my respect
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gimme a challenge nd win my respect
k il strt dis listen ....
blad wen u step in2 dis mc
u jus asked 4 a clash wiv a real g
blad only com in here if u got sum flo
cz wen u mc wiv husky it gna b a show
blad im comin afta u,sept u dnt no
coz me n my bre r keepin it on da low
unless u got a gd return boi u shud shut up
i even saw ur gf lst nite she was doin line-ups
husky boi i dont care if u dont respect mi//
i aint gona beg respect from a swag MC//
neway its all bless its all cool u see//
coz wiv crap bars like dat u get no respect from me//
lyk graham norton u like suckin bare $$$$s, u aint in2 chicks//
u got 5 posts i suggest u dont reply n make it six//
ur against a pro, ur talent must grow, improve ur flow//
n ur rhymes// next time u write bars put in sum punchlines//
husky lets go! lets see if u could do betta den against sharpie
sharpie ur cummin in2 my zone 2 battle me
u shuda frt b4 u stepped 2 husky
i dnt even no u but i no u aint nuttin on me
my flos so hot u can here me buzzin like a bee
im surprised u can read can u see (wa**a!)
wtchn me spittin my lyrics in2 ur face
i win evry mc i enter its like a race
i murk all manz n a regular base
incase u avent realised u come in lst place
killah d,brv y u wna c me
y am i even boverin with u i mite aswelll crak open a beer
u need ur own life and i'l tell u, u shudnt interfere
u like 2 fink ur bad init bringin ur beef
ima knok u out nd show u ur teeth
nd jus cos im hlf blak i dnt need ur moeny,aint no thief
il jus mees ya flo,blo,r u gna win dis mc,no i reli dnt fink so
jus allow u,u fink ur da dogs bo**ox well kiss ma shoe!
"last place", boi im in pole postition
any race i enter i come out winnin
any of ur lyricis boi im binnin
no ideas for bars at ur lyrics im grinnin
start of my words so ur ends beginning
smash ur face in wit my pinkie ring blingin
boi i mc i aint singin
close ur mouth, jus listen
ears up boi im lyrically christened
lyricaly blessed, handling a mic/
u jus lucky u herd my bark not bite//
can only get worse dig ur own grave/
no time for pu*sies eliminete the brave//
need a whole nu word for how i behave/
crazy bad boi mc wit a lyrical crave/
one finger up substitute a wave//
bone nicker bast*rd ur death i mite jus delay/
only so u can hear me merk u 3 ways//
oh no boi its the end of ur days!/
stun u cummin in2 my forun tryin 2 run things
wel u can step ut and suk ma ding a ling ling
ur lyrics always sound like slim shadys
wel ur lyrics dnt sound like his dey sound like a ladies
u tellin me how u tryna stir up sh*t
wel i can see dat u afraid of beef u always use dat trik
cos u nuttin but a pus*y
jus like ur mums but hers more juicy
bt bois u shdnt hav a go
cos trus me no i no where he got his flo
she cant even tuch her own toes
see i dnt jus mc i got jokes
brv u shdnt off strted diss tension, cos il mke u feel so old ul wna at pension u wasteman
im the best//
u cant test//
u need a bolitpruuf vest//
cosi will murk//
and ull get hurt//
braaaap.....
......omg... u thaught i was serious, its taking the pizzle ...(complete with spelling mistakes)
u aint winnin dis race so get real hus-ky//
im a roadrunner, ur slow, so a snail u mus-be//
u aint merkin mi wiv dem wack bars u brung//
u mite buzz like a bee but uve jus bin stung//
i gota propa safe gyal all u got is a ho, a sket//
fix up u aint spittin in my face dis is the internet//
u'll get blazed coz ur against da veteran Sharpie//
n i cum wiv knockout punchlines like ali//
A 'Boi' named 'Husky', MAN-YOU-MUST-BE-'HAIRY'//
And lookin at ur 'avatar' - DAMN,-HUSKY-'SCARY'//
I-MUST-BE-LARY, to even SPIT-ON-THIS-THREAD//
By reading this verse you gon' SHlT-IN-YA-BED//
My 'SICKNESS-AINT-SPREAD' to YOUR-'SELECT'//
And wat the fuk made you think...
..................I want YOUR-RESPECT//
'huskys' usually 'on top' cos hes got a fetish-for-fat-chicks
yuh getting-attacked-with .. rhymes that are gracing-perfection
you better pray-for-exemption, cos yuh just getting-abused
start accepting-its-true .. my skills are next-to-none
and your attempts at wordplay are less successful ..
.. then yuh mums contreception-'son'
husky wat the fu*ks up wit that, hand it to me
not ur fu*kin $$$$ im tkin bout da mic u unskilled mc
boi im feelin nasty, im feelin rather ill
im to sik to b real bust out lines with skill
it must be talent u cravin
get inside u nd make ur rib cage cave in
i herd that u bin runnin ur mouth rantin nd ravin
i give a more than real performance
this is for the mc's that r fake u know, the deformed ones
i hav to kik u to realise that ive jus won son
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