Pembroke pines battle

Yo if you wana battle go ahead. But If you suck get da hell outa here.

You forget its me, mr.makemiricalshappen
I'm somthing spiritual i even got the priests clappin
While the devil behind me laughin
In this rap military i am the captain
Your just a little boy in your room who just discovered the joy of fappin
But your sack is what you lackin
But remember mr.mirical- say the world ill make it happen
Action- Im steady gunnin comin with the heater
Got you on your toes runnin from the 9 millimeter
You have tickets to the show but this is my theatre
And i'm the main attraction
You slippin over words n verbs mine are steady like traction
I'm just relaxin, much like the top dog do
You talk pretty big but i see through you like casper- boo
But the power of christ repels you
Fool, this is the exorsism from 1980
Much like when the demon possesed the little lady
I go harder
My shit i spit at you is like holy water
So chill out son...haha oops i mean daughter
Watch ya sister, i'll kiss her, tell your babymomma i miss her
Then turn right around and diss her
I'm ready for war, with machettes and swords
I take punk rappers out by the horde
You got punkd so
turn off your computer, might as well pull out the cord.

Your just a little boy in your room who just discovered the joy of rappin **
sorry .

Yo aight future,
no more like past,
your raps suck so just kiss my ass,
just shut up before I cut you like grass,
burn you after i soak you with gas,
I am the teacher and this is my class,
your raps are garbage no wait they trash,
ill cut you up, so call me slash,
Im so rich i own the word "cash"

So guess what you just bein' a hater,
so shut up befiore I kick your ass and call it elevator,
no more like escalator,
I'm so high i'm like an aviator,
your so low your like a deviator,
so future i'll catch you later!

Tiny bagz? you mean the one between your legs?
stop rappin your better off workin the corner screamin "5 dollars for head"
My vocab is superior
your lyricly inferior
dont like it in the ass so im gunna stay way clear of ya
that rhyme was mighty queer of ya
think before you type next time
half your shit dont even rhyme
ill make this one my last line
to sum it up your a waste of time

Yo wat the fuk nigga,
yes i'm bak again fired up with my glok nd my mac again,
cuz my motto make killaz we up da stak again,
bitch now im on da blok sellin crak again,
i stay pakked fifty caps and grillz,
how the fuk kan i be fake wen i spit at u real?
Lemme find out any nigga tryin to front on my stak,
u be da the same dum nigga katch one in da bak,
naw im empty u gon katch one from the mac,
nd u got ur pants off pour some sun on his bak,
while me, ya boy on da blok kakin nd pimpin u gonna be in a wheelchair achin nd whimpin,
pussy niggaz be achin nd whimpin,
nd white knight mad, cuz tiny bagz iz stealin hiz women,
so come on dawg play tough or get the gun in ur gut,
or be in jail where niggaz have fun in ur butt,
or the forth rason iz ur brainz iz oozin,
if u flossin sea breaze ur chain u losin,
while u niggaz in da club ballin out wit ur bitch,
im in da blok oullin triks with my AK on my hip,
nd i hustle kll a niga just for runnin his lips,
Future's dead now must have thawt i waz the shit,
but ima alwayz eat later,
but carry the toast cuz u goin into the cheez grater,
pleez haters i dont want no trouble,
put a bullet in yo haed lyk i waz poppin a bubble,
dime bitches wana make couples,
nine millis niggaz runnin in doubles,
Im a mean blood i dont wana be humble.