WHO WINS CRASH OR SUPER FRESH
crash iz first then super fresh is secound and keeps goin



super fresh? well thats something your not// facin me? you choose your death when im takin shots// so do you blead it out, or do you want shots to your dome?// aim at your home then put the peice to ya mouth, bullets tear through like foam// your tallents short like gnomes, call ya midget// and ya swaggerless, girls give you only5 digits// im in this, knea deep, you can hardly see me// but turn on the tv to see that im beasty// its easy to beat a bitch like you// my fists git straight through, when i aim at your crew// your shit? im not hearin, and i know that your fearin// you shoulda stayed on the side lines listenin to my rhymes cheerin// i can see the future and heres what i see as the plot// you get smashed with rocks, gats and glocks, dot dot dot// dont wanna finish, well leave it a surprise// but no lie, if i were you id sleep with open eyes



yo crash, ya hit, the rong target
youll be better freestlye stackin stuff at the super market
i ont need no guns when it comes to this
you said that youll shoot me, well fuck and bullets
coward ass nigga scared ta throw hands
so instead he gotta pop a cap
where yo aim at
ya shot 8 bullets (bars)
and dint wound me with any of em
ill have yo ass hidin embarassed for a millineum
and if you wanna shoot me you can find me in da club
dancin on yo girl with fresh clothes and 1 glove




so you run from guns but you wanna throw hands// i understand, ya wanna try and delay my plans// so ill hit you with left and rights, rights and jabs// i cant believe i gotta fight this cat, i dont like this fag// so fuck it, blade to ya face, now your dead in the game// use my knife to write my name, but your dead youll feel no pain// your face is chopped and screwed now, what am i gunna do now// take yo crew down, then go look for a new clown// to beat, cause you werent even a challenge for me// your tallent is weak and gay like you drank gallons of skeet




now i aint eva say that ill run cause im also packin heat
.45 in da back, no shirt in da streets
fuck a blade, ill have you cuttin yo self, roll yo eyes like dices
cut yo body into slices (you wanna piece)
that shit is disgustin
punch you where it hurts have yo gut bustin
put you in a armbar, snap da bone
you punch me it hurts you like im made of stone
rocky, i traind by selvister stallone
so leave me alone, if you aint got nuffin nice to say
get yo ass away
have you hangin on the fourth of july, wut a display




flows inteligent like it studied at yale// i could spit brail, your talent fills half the pail// how do you claim superfresh when your line are stale?// my talent large like a whale, and im on my flow like i sail// im the 10th wonder of the world// number 8 and 9 are my left and right nuts just ask your girl// yeah, shell tell you my 3rd arms long// your half the man i am, call you armstrong// yeah im cocky, there aint no way you can stop me// brain dead, thats the only thing you have in common with rocky........




yo crash i am half the man you is
but in the better way, stronger then a army unit
you said my girl?, you mean my ex you can have her
im single rite now, juss playin in the play ground
i showd yo girl how it really feels to be tooken down
while playin chris brown
got that smooth sound
change yo name get face surgery and move outta town
fuck a crown fuck a crown i ont need a crown
and fuck the rest of this shit i ont need to finish........