Cel-C-LOSS
BIGGZ battling a no name cat name Cel-C-us, bet ya like gettin fuck on bang bus-
you speak one word on this battle and you'll be hung from your clit-er-us-
Get my guns from SMITH N WESSON, heard ya still shoppin at Toys-r-us-
heard ya had Dr Seuss rhymes, times change ya pussy still loose-
let me introduce my dick to the side of ya face, spray white juice-
misuse ya words, excuse ya verbs, my wins are bout to be reproduced-
Play ya like games in the arcade, BIGGZ controls time , its my decade-
you never got laid, never will be paid, now your sad cuz all your BOYS had you betrayed-
Preparation for this battle is my recommandation this battle is my opening presentation-
your only love is masturbaiton, sensation for my tempation will have ya killed without observaiton-
destination of winning the league, ready for war dress in army fatigue-
send chills down ya spinal cord, liquid sword out call me your lord-
my bassment got all my battle victims stored-
never try ya luck, i destruct rhymes when ya call my name (MR DONT GIVE A FUCK)-
i dono what 2 expect from Cel.... we'll see