It keeps swinging
I can't stop it
The pain hitting
I can't stop it
Is this what it is?
I can't stop it
Left to right hits
I can't stop it
Pendulum of this
I can't stop it
Life of hits
I can't stop it
Needing help in this
I can't stop it
Rap battle is it
I can't stop it
Lets start with
I can't stop it
Don't interrupt my dis
Coz i can't stop it
I'll take it easy on your tit
Seriously can't stop it
So your brood needs it
I Really can't stop it
Give up yet?
Still can't stop it
Limp buscuit?
It is -
wait it has stopped
true story Joy france https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxYk0VLv4GM, joy is the poet in residence at afflecks palace manchester its artisan market on like 4 floors , language is a bit blue if you click the link it is a rap battle
The one digit poet
That middle fingers super fast
always used first never last.
Shes the battle rapping grannie.
The words are fired from her lips
hardened rappers she as eclipsed.
Theres no mercy given or expected
from this battle rapping grannie.
Words are her stock in trade
other rapper should be very afraid
Joy France the battle rapping grannie.
The undisputed queen of Afflecks palace.
Your words rhyme
They're slow in time
You know how to bust a rap
I wasn't referring to that
I mean what art you truly have
which makes others really glad?
If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack
I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply to me
I have been spiting since the age of 3
And boy are the ladies into me
They wont let me be
If I was in 1 Direction
My nickname would be Mr Heaven
I have been dating since I was 11
And old enough to Diss
Young pretenders such a you
You may have seen 8 miles over a thousand times
But you are about to be schooled
I don't tolerate fools lightly
My suits fit tightly
I bath in my enemies tear's fortnightly
I play golf for fun
I have a suntan but not from the sun
My surname is a trademarked Brand
I own swathes of public land
1 , 2 , 3
Listen very carefully to me
I am the Donald
I eat Salad at Mcdonald's
I fill Paper Columns
My hair is wavy
I am popular with the ladies
I only travel on Air Force 1
And I spit on Twitter
I am the F-American President
How do you like me now ?
Look who is laughing now ?
Mic Drop
I am illmatic,
I need a rap medic
I'm magic do not panic
You're lost in my world
You're dumb founded in my word
I picked up your pieces
Patched you likes stitches
Is this my reward
You're ungrateful
Loyalty was a Trojan gift you pose with
I cannot believe this
You worst than the roadside police
Picked you up like an abandoned baby
Is this how to pay me
I was your god everyday you pray to me
I can only say this watch your mouth before you bite your tongue
Let the meat you are eating do not turn to beef
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