Imitation battle: Golden BSP VS Vinnie Paz

fat little angry jihadist...

I'll take your soul and pee on it

I'll fuck your bitch if she want it...

you got a bitch though? be honest

Goldie got twenty bitch

Goldie got money bitch

Goldie got lean in the cup he walk funny bitch

I'm going dummy hoe I'mma run up the chips

you're lookin' bummy though, just like a country hick

Goldie go up on the packet go uppin' the ratchet

go spastic attractin' the pussy like catnip

you're fat and you're squooshy your ass is

the weight of a ton of bricks

tryina' bend over, pick up a glock and your undies rip
I pour some codeine inside of a cup to sip
you pour(poor)....what? that's it

fatty pazzy raps about the gats he never actually used to blast peeps
cause' he's mad he's just a flabby crabby patty
bitch I really has lean, bitch I really taps these ass cheeks
really stack cheese, would you shoot up Goldie's addy if you had it?
you're too faggy to do that shit

I roll weed inside of the blunt
I put the codeine inside of the cup
I put the protein inside of her butt
I put the sausage inside of a slut

Walk in my hood, you'll be flat out dead in 3 minutes,

Coffin with the tatted pink-fluff sissy at peace in it,

This aint nothin' but a slaughter, you's Haram to be in the vicinity of, see your god's a label owner, mine's much higher 'n' infinite,

Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala vs a briefcase from your daddy with some dollar bills in it,

Mimic of a gimmick, I'm shocked you're even in the same room I stepped in, prick,

Shoe to your mouth, Insha'llah you lose nerve and quit,

I don't wanna have to get your panties shit as I throw bricks, you lil shit but I will do what must be done, see I'm a man, you's a kid.

I can't stand that high pitched autotuned bullcrap in my ear,

Like what the fuck's you representin'? Gangster tats on a queer,

I aint hatin' on the queerness right here, let me make myself clear,

I think your raps are at their best in a bar while people down beer,

You're just a background rapper, eazy mac's bitch and it's weird,

AOTP, HMK and JMT 'til I get old with the beard,

See, I got nothin' against rap groups, it's just that Eazy sounds sick when you near,

I get your tactic collabin' you're whacker, so rap and boost Mac's career.

I blow out my brain on a lean spree
I'll kill us both when I load and I aim
I kill myself cause' I'm goin' insane

I'm gonna kill myself I'm gonna kill yourself I'm gonna kill when I slide with the stick
I do the homi you die and thats it
I put the knife in your dick
down to the handle bitch, right through the tip
I load the rifle and spit
all of these blunt that I light and I hit
I'm so lit that I feel as light as the shit that you writ

hoe I'm lifted
I know no difference
all is the same
I just do drug for the pain
you do not come where I came
right in your bitch...fuck it I'm humping a train
Goldie go up on the strain
That means I'm high on the bud that I drank
that means I smoke all the beer when I'm fucking your dame
fuck it, I'm sane

cuckin' you cluckadoodle rappers
buck at you with the drum bitch who
listens to you? rap bout' somethin' new
your shit is old...
I am a ghost and I'm cold
now I let Eazy Mac come with the flow...

Eazy Mac stumbles on stage with crushed xanax powder on his nose and a blunt in his hand on LSD with a half-eaten bag of shrooms falling out of his pocket

yeah yeah golden and eazy mac
grab you by the dick make your penis snap
you wanna talk about gay thats extremely that
you wanna talk about spray? bring your piece you twat

yeah yeah yeah yeah
no no no no

you ain't never shot shit you extremist fag
you wanna spit rhymes well then speak the facts
Eazy Mac really on lean and nax'
Eazy Mac really go freaking spaz

Beat to Loop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mky-YxOApDU

I aint even sure this a battle anymore,

But my fans want the rebuttal so I'm stuck rappin' to a whore,

Pimpslap her as she puckers, sucker punch the motherfucker, watch a fag fall to the floor,

Punk thinks he's touchin on my penis? leave his wankin' hand with bones shattered, trapped in a slammin' door,

Think you funny? you's a bore, dad left runnin' to the store, my dad a real G, don't care if I sunk low and struck you where it's sore,

Eazy Mac is not your father, you sound like a whimperin' gimp as you rap like a son doin a mean daddy's chore,

Both of ya're just bums doing drugs 'n' fuckin' bitches, tryna brag bout slut's loose vag the tits saggin' left wanting more.

Your only goal in life's to kill yourself,

No seriously, take a knife and kill yourself,

Mumble goodnight to your wife on autone and kiii-i-ii--ll you--u-r-self,

This the type of shit you spittin' to me, go take your heart in your hand bin yo' health,

Take your money to hell with ya' and singe yo' wealth,

Who's even gonna miss ya? Get a new tat and waste ink on some skin that's soon gonna go pale, dead body so high on drugs it winds up in a hole that it could dig itself.

Everyone's a real G 'til their fans is dead on an OD,

Chokin' on the beef you got gluttonous for when you didn't know me,

I aint one to lay the sword down, AOTP wanna go, see I didn't think I needed them, this more old school and I'm OG,

Boy, I'll take the belt and beat you sober, just so you's awake for me to turn chicken poultry,

But on a technicality's it's Haram for me to leave you all ghostly,

So, I'll let you live on a bit, let the drugs kill you slowly,

See, your fans won't all be alive, they livin' like you preach, weak and addicted mostly,

And it aint like you sexy or gangsta, aint women thinkin' you dope, freak,

You mistake groupies for fangirls, like poison berries for groceries,

I feel sorry for you, you're just pathetic, I don't see a reason to keep spittin' when your bars all fail to roast me.