Egyptian Cotton

[Verse 1: Pohnny]

(Round 1, Fight!)

I wish you would bitch
Im the new makaveli, 7 days & 7 weeks, 7 years
Im dead deceased, lose my number bitch you dead to me
You fucking with the wrong one and now you scared of me
In hell i'll be, the illest, realest, greatest modest individual to bless the mic
Ever since i put my hand on it, i planned to write
Fight for right or wrong, i dont give a fuck
Just dont get your stupid ass rolled in this blunt
Fuck nigga
Told my momma imma die bout these quotes
I told my girl that if i die, im the goat
Its no surprise, its whats wrote
I tote the fye for a roach, i learned that dying is gross
I stay alive when the poach, im on my grind when i coast
(what he say?)
Fuck it, fuck em, tell em come and pick they brother up
Another nutcase get stomped out doing double dutch
Im one of one, these niggas hate me i say they fuckin dumb
I dropped em, leave em where he lay cuz hes a fucking crumb

[Verse 2: Jarry T]

(Round 2, Fight!)

I got too many fuckin problems i cant seem to handle
Lift up the handle of the liquor blow it on the candle
This aint something im just doin homie nezzy planned it
Couple cwa you understand me?
Step back i spit fumes
Split you like cashew
I was dude
No past tense
Im that dude
Im still hot
I been chill like guru
Im real milk you yoohoo
No posts on the youtube
But she likes all my views
Im skyscraper 2 blues
Too high on the moon
Been said im dead man cause my time is past due
She cant catch the first hint she wont get the next clue
Beats from the south thats my dose of some soul food
Momma im sorry ive been stealin calatapin
Out her fuckin purse ma im sorry im on a binge
Withdrawaling from the xanax i need em so i can live
Never thought of stoppin the all the pills until i did

[Verse 3: NEZZY]

(Final round, Fight!)

I wasn’t cut from no luxurious cloth
This self taught
Egyptian cotton what my offspring will evolve too
If we talking from birds eye view then i’m a hawk
Feasting off your brains
That’s food for thought
You ain’t benefiting me I don’t need your
Fucking presence
We in between heaven & hell
I’m somewhere on the fence
Product of negligence
High spirited
Climb the eye of providence
& gouge the pupil out the pyramid
(what the fuck)
You still ain’t hearing it
Inferior, i put the fear in it
I’m handing out smoke like fucking hookah lounge
Man these demons need to find some more shoulders to linger round
I’m familiar with you pussies like a gynecologist
Got a problem with this rappers complexion
Then kiss my white ass
Turn you to swiss cheese
Get to stomping with some cleats on
You fucking peons

(Fatality)