RPGSource MC battle one get your dick outta your playstation, cuz I got somethin to stop your sensation, I'll smash your head into a bed of spikes, harder than I bang your twin sister dykes so listen afrowhite, I'll wash your ass in clorox bleach, you'll be whiter than a california beach your just a pussy seiken, smells like canadian bacon, too bad my bitch is already taken, so get your eyes off her cleavage mr raegan I'm gonna make the lights in this place short-circuit, 'cuz I'm gonna whip out my dick so you and Seiken can jerk it. You can't rap worth shit, you fag, I'll send your punk ass home in a bodybag. seifer drop your tongue outta Squall's, before Rinoa kicks you in the balls, I'll haul your corpse through the mall, let all those rats see you bawl Let me tell you something, bitch. You're just a whack liar. Your FF8 jokes don't do shit, they just backfire. Bitch, you need to work on your freestyles or else you'll come up missing like X13's police files. I can't stand yo muthafuckin cheese you punk ass little wannabe's, you wanna think you're black so prepare for the attack I am the man with the hat fuck you and your gat, all I need is your face to my muthafuckin baseball bat! Seifer, whatcha doin bashin my rhyme, when on stage you look like a mime, what's up with all that metal in your head, dont you know the hos dont like that in bed reno why dont you get your ass in a casino, you'll have more luck at the jackpot than being latino, after you lose all your dough, crawl your ass back in the hole You talk all your shit when you know I slaughter boys, especially punk motherfuckers wearing fake-ass corduroys. What the fuck you wanna do? I'll battle anybody in your crew. You want to be a dope MC? Don't get mad and take yout period out on me. Seifer, yo hillbilly ass comin from Texas - I'll lay the pain down on yo bitch ass, makin you screamin yeehaw gettin fucked with my muthafuckin chainsaw! My rhymes are above you, like levitation. My style is my own, yours is a fucking imitation. Your immigration to this country is a fucking disgrace, you need to get kicked in the face and put in your place. You think you can battle me but you're barely survivin'. Shit, when you go home to your fat bitch wife I bet you go muff divin'. Hey Ancient be talkin the shit to me and get your muthafuckin dome bent. There ain't no one can compete with this, get up in my face and get your muthafuckin throat slit while you gaggin on your blood with my dick in the hole, I fill up the pipe and smoke me a fuckin bowl. Hey Seifer, why dont you kick it with Phil Anselmo, pussy that used to sing 80s hair metal, fag redneck meets the cowboys from hell We'll see if you talk your shit when you get laughed out of Missouri. I'll send your fuckin' ass home cryin' and your eyes'll be blurry. I murder fake-ass niggas who think they can compete. You muthafuckin suburbia faggots think you know about the street. When I kick you in the throat I bet you'll shut your fuckin' mouth, and you'll never speak again about us boys from the south. well excuse me if I dont know how to rope a steer, I rather just get drunk off of canadian beer, Im gonna drop the bomb and you will fear, your eyes wide open like a roadkill deer You're from Texas, not the south, where stupid ass hicks need to learn to shut their mouth. Talking like you're all hard because your sister sucked your cock, I've had enough of this stupid hillbilly's talk. You muthafuckas don't know about the shit that I saw, sellin crank on reservations where there ain't no fuckin law, you come up on this, tryin to think you're so leet, you won't talk much with a mouth full of my meat. You must be pulling this shit outta your crack, my rhymes are rapid-fire like an all-out attack, I drop lyrical bombs like they do in Iraq, leave you flat on your back and a mouth full of nutsack. seiken your dumbass tried using a bong without the weed, after least that queer texan doesn't inbreed, how much you bang your 1st cousin charlene, before your cum ruptured her spleen Listen to the yankee run his mouth about Texas, at least we can distinguish between the two sexes. Faggots like you need to go back to Montana and take a few bites out of each other's bananas. I know the sound of my rhumes makes you sick, so why don't you go suck your boyfriend's dick. Ancient, what I don't get is what you don't know, I can make better rhymes comin outta my asshole. Seifer you think you're the big fuckin shot I whip my dick out and show you what I got, as for Seiken, that fucker's got no game, the shit spewin out that boy's mouth is so muthafuckin lame. I don't smoke that shit, it keeps me sharp. And I don't dignify retards when they make an idiotic remark. There's no inbreds in AZ, you're thinking of North Dakota, or of that person between your knees. One down, two to go, next I'll eliminate this fucking ho. He thinks he's the shit but he only has the smell, the only one who buys his raps is the slut he's taking to the hotel. He can't get no action because he has no rhymes. The words he spits are sour like fuckin' limes. Seifer wants to be the king, only thing his dumbass will rule is his little thing, no one can fucking compete with this, I can smoke three joints at once while I"m fuckin your sis, X13's ass just walked in on this session, if he thinks he can step up, he'll get a motherfuckin lesson. hey Seifer, I understand that you still livin' with your adopted mom, unless you wanna call me your dad for banging that broad, but lets around about reno the fuckin' fraud, the guy who had his pee hole stabbed by a rod Alright, Reno, I would give you props, but you stole that shit from a couple of cops. I heard 'em rappin' over donuts and coffee, so bring your own rhymes or just step the fuck off me. I'm all about the originality, my rhymes are like a fatality of unmatched brutality. Yeah, you think I jacked that from Mortal Kombat, but the fact is you couldn't outrhyme a fuckin' wombat.