A Battle Against FreeZee
A 2 ZEE is just 26 letters I learn from nusery
You still stuck with A-B-C while I'm on 1-2-3
Countin to infinity you ain't gone stop me
Your rhymes get washed out from mine like a tsunami
I spit venomous rhymes that kill you instantly
Soon you gon appear on the paper in orbituary
One on one on an audio battle with fatalitee
is like diggin your own grave in the cemetery
And oh, I think you like me
You jealous or you envy
Put you in my shoes, can you walk a mile in it
Can you lean and rock wit it
Matter fact you weak
You spit fire, mine's fluid
So admit defeat, chump!
Dirty Blow jobs, you guys are good for nothin
Telling everyone that you're BIG,but then you just babblin
My rhymes destructed Freez Zee, he no longer in haven
Leaving him drifted beyond the mist of the black heavens