DESCRIPTION:
The response to the misshot from Queen Creek to Combs. Just listen to the words, then decide who wins this "rap battle". Lyrics down below.

Download Link: http://limelinx.com/files/e404f121f1f3f89b5968d7f6883455e2

Written by: A. Ramirez / M. Garcia

Beat Used: Roman's Revenge by Nikki Minaj,

VERSE ONE - ReD

Oh my god man you gotta be kiddin' me/
I can't believe they thought a little rap could get rid of me/
Tried to call me out, saying "Our rap was wack"/
Well hold on, let me back it up, and put you on track/
Ha ha! That little song made laugh/
There wasn't a single lyrics, just a big paragraph/
Now let me start off speakin' on my behalf/
In a year or two, you'll be askin' for my autograph/
Oh wait, I forgot, I guess you got my last name/
But I wonder who does it better up in this game?/
You probably think you're cool for cussin' in every line/
I could write a verse blind, you'd still be LESS than mine/
I think you said "Uh" 112 times/
And you call me the disgrace? Well atleast I know how to rhyme/
Poston...can you fight your own battles or what?
OC and Prodigy, please, GET OFF POSTON'S NUTS/
Second of all, you had nothing to do with this/
So why would you shoot at us when you knew you was gonna miss/
The first song was towards ya boyfriends, don't get it twisted/
Didn't you have your chance at state and didn't you go and miss it?/
Now you might as stop right there in your tracks/
Cause you added fuel to the fire and there ain't turnin' back/
Man you gotta be kiddin' me, tellin' me I'm wack/
But my only words to you two is to GET OFF POSTON'S NUTSACK.

VERSE TWO - MARTINE

Let me tell you somethin' that you probably shoulda known/
Yeah you messin' with the best, you cant rap, yeah its shown/
Poston's pet, the first the time, yeah we gave you punks a bone/
You just lit the stick of dynamite, now watch me explode/
Don't start what you can't finish, now you look stupid/
Thinkin' that you made a statement but you really looked foolish/
Did you ever stop and think that you really can't do this?/
Stick to what your good at , apprently not a rap diss/
Who think you're hurtin', us? Nah you killed yourself/
Rap like that you'll work at Taco Bell and I'll have all the wealth/
Your own school don't like ya video, delete this one too/
You must be slow, do us a favor, delete your YouTube/
There's no flow in your rhymes, yeah somethin' like a drought/
Something's fishy bout you two, no tuna, no trout/
Something's goin on and I know what its about/
PRODIGY AND OC, BUTT BUDDIES, no dought/
Wear a bag on your head, for you, I'm embarassed/
I see right through your disguise, yeah man, transparent/
Man you fake as hell, you don't fool no one with your fascade/
QC gotta comeback with the wackest punks you got/
There won't ever be a day when you get on my level/
For a rap so wack, you should burn the devil/
Think you killed that track, yeah we all know that's a lie/
I listen to two minutes, I'm suprised I survived.

VERSE THREE - ReD

Is this the response that I get for makin' you haters mad?/
Combs represent from here to Trinidad/
You thought it was good but it was just really sad/
You two remind me of them dudes from Superbad/
I hear you talkin' it, So i waited a bit/
I knew you was bound to cope like a counterfeit/
You tried to come back, with that Purple and Gold/
Man those lyrics seem like the little lyrics of ten year olds/
Now only that, but you tried to take our beat/
And wrote a little melody, and set it down on my feet/
All i did was look at it before I went on a smash/
And flipped a hard 22 over your little trash/
I couldn't really believe that you ever try it/
You know your rap SUCKED, so don't try to deny it/
Or maybe you'll go back and try to delete it/
Like you did the other song and didn't wanna repeat it/
Wow! I can't believe you had the audacity/
To come and embarass me and try to make a hack of me/
But I thought it was funny, you just embarassed yourself/
Now even the little ponies feel bad for your filth/
Now I'll be waitin' for the shot back, even though you'll probably miss me/
By the way, you can't have Tia, she don't settle for SISSIES.

VERSE FOUR - MARTINE

Both of you chumps ain't nothin'/
Actin' like you thuggish but you know you straight frontin'/
Sayin' you gon' do somethin' but you just bluffin'
Sayin' you go hard but you softer than a muffin/
It's easy to give a bunch of noises in a song to a beat/
But you just leave the "Ughs" and grunts to Master P./
When you made your cute little rap, Rap died/
So now me and ReD wrote this track to revive/
Now listen to me close, this is just a warnin'/
I'm cool with competition but this is just so boring/
I guess someone shoulda warned you in advance/
Watchin' our videos with your hands down your pants.

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