7 Minute Reply, Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri

Battle Rap With Brenda Chiri Brenda Chiri don't try me It's not old and told, same gun, bullets roll, pull it hole strolling rhymes, quick time, literally laying these words at pace while you take out a pen and paper jotting down like a waiter, rhymes to cater couldn't be straighter, down the line the same constant whine from the kind drinking wine, out the bottle not the glass, you aint got the throttle or the class to spas alongside my asss, I'll set you a task watch you finish last, dragging your handbag to bits, alongside your sandbag tets, I can do the splits and backflips, you have splits in your hips, see me now, I plough like magic, your comebacks are plastic made with fake fabric, with laxative patches you're like Bush giving a speech, five letter words beyond your vocal reach, needing a teacher like a freak, I fight on the beaches, I'll fight you and all your beaches, egging you on, like Brenda you strong but your words make me mong, so until next time for now I say to you so long.