Biohazard:
Southernboy, Just a hick from the south
You can't spit rhymes with those dicks in your mouth
With those rhymes I'm surprised that you're spittin' aloud
It's round 2 now, and I'm kickin' you out
My ambush rhymes are statlin', give you cardiac arrest
I'm stabbin through your arteries, your body and your chest
With your sense of artistry it's hard to be the best
Your flows are soundin' drunk like it's marguerita-fest
Man, you had the arrogance to enter this battle
Fuck that, it's time to put an end to your prattle
Race time, I got my car, you're bent in a saddle
You'd best go home now nd tend to your cattle
Calm down now, no need to throw a hissyfit
Those weak ass rhymes, man, it really gets me sick
Steppin' up to me, now that's some risky shit
You're better off tryin' out as 4th Dixie Chick

southernboy_423:
Im a verbal uni-bomba eating emcees like jeffory Doma/
A animal crazed like Hannibal a cannibal when I up on ya/
Startin wars like im osama make buildings on blocks crumble/
Spit thick like syrup and discipline kids but I aintcha momma/
And I lack those intolerant/
Dude don’t like cheese and beef,
He a vegetarian who’s lactose intolerant/
U reach but Im hard to get to, I get chu when I start to reach/
Start and I spark wit heat try reach and I slurr a speech/
I bang cats like a blood or crip bang a blood or a blood to a crip/
You aint hard better guard ya lip play hard and I start to trip/
His hands up wit no gun or a knife/
He better off getting on tracks just to run for his life/
This easy boy believe me boy/
I raised hell like teens playing wit weegie boards/
Im hyped and its ill u can write what u feel/
Fuc a battle verse u better off writing ya will/
Round two over “KNOWONE CALL WHO NEXT!”/
U couldn’t call round three dialing 1-800 Collet/