Fuck my luck man, first battle I get matched with the champ. Oh well, I ain't about to back down, lol.
Mister Quick Dizzle, you the freestyle king
But your style is played out like the word bling
You think you Dylan, tryin to spit hot fire
But I think it's past time for yo ass to retire
Come in here, yeah you hold shit down
But a lot of muhfuckas are comin for yo crown
After this battle we wont see you around
Kinda like them spirits you be huntin down
But imma stick around,and be sure to finish the job foo
Leave you laid out so the junkies can still rob you
Sad thing is with all the guys you tell to slob you
Imma prolly be hated on for pickin on a gay dude
Dont get me wrong I got respect for you man
But do the right thing and put the crown in my hand
And you'll bow out gracefully
Be glad you facin me
And not another collar poppin bitch
Rockin some Abercrombie and Fitch
That even you laid in a ditch
Fool wasn't on the level of a snitch
But you still counted him as a notch on your belt
Prolly got happy with the hand you was dealt
When you saw that kid come at you
It was like racing with a statue
But it's all cool, it's up to me to expose you
Cuz the charade's gotta end, your shit is gettin old dude
Damn, that was tough to get something going, but the 25-26 lines came up real damn quick. Shitty, but imma try to step it up for the next round.![]()





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