duece my boy philly B wanna battle you

[antiochsamiam]

he postin on my name but here he goes!

duece i imagine head full of hair drenched in moose, a water proof match a latter n a noose/// handlen any and all mcs leaven your crew danglin from trees call me brothah lynch when i spit it you cant get wit it my words make you flinch/// who want some of this bullet proof mc /// fuck a duce 2 times ima smash your lines n put you history in tha durt/// im way too strong this boy duce looks hurt

 

[MR. TYPCEE]

EY DEUCE...PLEASE DONT RESPOND TO THIS...$IDEWAYZ

 

[antiochsamiam]

i know he weak but he asked me to put it up

 

[Deuce]

he postin on my name but here he goes!

I see the fiends still treat me like I'm famous..Once again the time has came to wipe the hate..


I ain't here to conversated nicca cut the checc /
And If I aint gettin it, faggets better hit the decc/
Or get five around your chest like the KIDD from the nets /
A lot of niccas frontin on me /
Cause I keep a torch in my hand like the statue of liberty /
And when it comes to hoes, Ima porno star /
Cause I keep rubbers, like the tires on a car /
And Look little nicca, I aint got no reason to lie /
I hustle hard for my shit while you sit and get high /
EVERYBODY KNOW MEEEE, The kid from the projects /
That hug the strip, and move with them objects /
That a put you, under the dirt, where the worms, them bugs and them bodies lurk /


I got the hood on smash, I put in work /
Thats why the whole ghetto love me, like white T-Shirts /
Your gangsta ? Nah Shawty your goosin' /
Thats why I'll put a Roccet on your chest like you played for Houston /
So when I buss my Automaaaaaatic /
Its sending you upstairs, and I aint talkin about up in the aticc /
I live life like ghetto star /
So Whne I talk to you about shots don't think of a bar /
Oh your tryna take my paper ?
Dogg I would have you screamin top of your lungs like a bitch in labour /



Dogg, You lemon lame and bout to get jumped like checcers /
And my bullets keep peccin' at your chest like woody wood peccer /
I'm the only one to ride when Im bored /
Plus I keep 4 wheels, like a fuccin' skate board /
So, Ima keep on rollin...
I got custom shoes, and I dont even go bowlin' /
And everybosy know Keyz is crazy /
Cause he'll kill you, Your lady /
right in front of your baby ..


PS...Typcee...Believe me homie, nothing was thought of that gigantically homosexual verse he key'd up haha...whats up with OUR battle...


.....Your father...

Robin Keyz....