I'm sittin here thinkin damn these niggas dont know the meaning of freestyle/ Y'all claimin' you do i see that but i think y'all in denial/ Peep game son i own this mic like it's my slave/ Go ahead and reply back y'all are just diggin' your grave/ Real talk aint nothin' about me fake/ Y'all need to come up with some good shxt for god sakes/ I haven't heard nothin' that makes me say whoa/ Only thing i'm sayin' is "damn these nigga's some ho's"/ If y'all think you can handle the shxt I spit then feel free/ I garuntee I will murder you with this flow that I leak/ Don't speak geek i got ur girl in between the sheets cuz she the freak of the week/ I sneak her my dingaling in what she uses to speak then comence to makin them knees weak when i beat her with my meat/ I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares, A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware, Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash I've made a gash with a slash of vigor ,Your every thrash makes you look like dinner Your inner being is a well of pain Now insane you strain to hobble off Cuz I've refrained to finish the job Whoever's next, whoever's ready I'm the baddest able rapper You know you're a fool to take me, narcoticz, ya you, am talking 2 u.

no I aint angry dude I'm happy so happy,real happy unbelievably happy,look at my pp and ull hw happy I am,u can even hear my happiness,smell my happiness.lol

Hahahaha am xoxoxoxo

yo I thought we rap indis zone not do poetry

Narcoticz ima be stepping on ya battle field, ima yield and smash your shield, concealed, thats what my blows will be, hoes will see my artillary, bend over right in front of me, i be geting into them easily, jesus u be jealous of how my rhymes take hold, coming out with a statement o so bold, ill punch u into winter and leave you out in the cold.

you can do better.

ima go postal n roast ya wannabe soldiers i already told ya ill expose ya fuken posers actin like u global when i know ur fucken local ya niggas is so pussys ya get pistol whipped by my holster ill battle anynone who thinks they nice name ur price u in 4 a fight the lyrical Kimbo Slice shine so bright u call me sunlight killin wack rappers no gun just one mic so stop tryin beat me its way 2 difficult UFO the rapmaster takin no prisoners

Does anybody care if I move da fucking motion. Cos this dude is damn dry,He need a slippery lotion. Failure kid raps,I can give you double promotion. To join more kids like you and stop your wack rhyme commotion. Just a simple truth,go dive into da ocean. As your lyrics shows,you're suffering from rhyme malfunction. Only superstars are called here,no room for kid-stars. Go google me,am brighter than your sister. Am sleek,not 9ice,big girl with six packs. Don't eff with me cos my flow is so clean. Causing much heat,I see your shirt soaking. Rap is my way,I kill haterz on my routine. Over coming all motion like am Isaac Newton. Cheap raps like yours to me is no new thing. You can diss me back am not scared,I find it interesting.

Does anybody care if I move da fucking motion. Cos this dude is damn dry,He need a slippery lotion. Failure kid raps,I can give you double promotion. To join more kids like you and stop your wack rhyme commotion. Just a simple truth,go dive into da ocean. As your lyrics shows,you're suffering from rhyme malfunction. Only superstars are called here,no room for kid-stars. Go google me,am brighter than your sister. Am sleek,not 9ice,big girl with six packs. Don't eff with me cos my flow is so clean. Causing much heat,I see your shirt soaking. Rap is my way,I kill haterz on my routine. Over coming all motion like am Isaac Newton. Cheap raps like yours to me is no new thing. You can diss me back am not scared,I find it interesting.

sleekass, am gonna make ur ass slide over d cliff.

hurreyyyy hurrey, step right up// you about to witness this sleekkid runnin outta luck// so let me welcome yo ass to my bigfoot// and end this battle with the case now shut// am a nu kid, fresh faced, murder u with no trace// forensics wont find ya so i guess its closed case// ill kill ya silently with ya own shoe lace// then burn ya body til ur ashes in ma fire place// coz im a gruesome kinda guy who'll fold ya up like oragami// call me mr 8.9 coz im an earthquake and tsunami// a lethal combination strikin fear sheddin blud// take ya family in the night n bury them in mud// An i aint even tryin yet, just flexin up ma muscles bitch// but am cookin up a feast in here, so guess u r the fryin pan// so im gona ask ya once r u acceptin this defeat// or do ya wana see me n 10 men armed n walkin down ya street with iron dicks.

I told you,you're still a kid.I don't have time for nursery rhymes.

hahahaha ignore this little red riding hood sleek

ok.frnd

Battle on my mind!