Gas is first and third, I'm second and fourth

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Beat by blackattackbitch

My lyrics:

Verse 1:

You'll always be an opening act, just like last time (pathetic)
This is bout to be a battlefield, you better grab a medic

Rappin's hectic to a simple mind, such as yourself
So don't stress it wyze, rhymin ain't the hand you're dealt.

i'm mister nice guy... you just ugly as fuck
look like an inbred cum slut that fell off a dumptruck

ya fucked up..., and i see that you're learnin that
you really weren't prepared to try and enter this tournament

extendin every single word, you barely fill a bar
breathin heavily, i'll wreck you readily you'll never be hard

sound like a retard garglin marbles, flow is mad whack
you gonna battle the gasmasq, wearin that backpack?

stumblin over your tongue, & fumblin when we hear ya
gasmasq broadcast executions like al jazira

you've made it very clear... you have somethin to say
but for the listener's sake, drop the mic.. walk away

Verse 2

Gasmasq stop this half assed whack crap
Try to rap fast and you look like a jackass
I liked that track with your mayor, nah I'm messing with you
She outrapped you, you should learn a lesson or two
You've got festering wounds, bodied on your own track
Your raps crash like cars on black ice in cold snaps
Are those cap guns at your wedding? Classy
Pictures with five-0 who's eyes look glassy
Which implies you asked them to take the picture
Which makes them Conan and you Andy Richter
Fucking suck up, did you buy them a doughnut
If you joined the Taliban you still couldn't blow up
But if I ever did drop the mic disheveled
It would hit you in the face, you not on my level
Shit, your own wife won't live in the same state
Following her dream: to leave you and escape

Verse 3
everybody look at wyze, tryin to be just like me
i should get a rabies shot, sounds like gon bite me

ain't imposin, this joke is posin, his flowin don't rhyme right
he wants to hold me close just so he'll get a piece of the lime light

diggin from the front row, this kid ain't done one show
he wishes with every inch of him to not have a bum flow

even bought my cd, i'll autograph it right here
to wyze, my biggest fan, and better luck next year

Verse 4

What is there to bite you ain't got no substance
Biting you is like taking life advice from Mcglovin
See kids, this is why you don't do drugs
End up like Gas, fiend for coke till you mugged
I'm about to reinstate this addicts coke habit
panics, tries to snort the paint at the place he inhabits
Your weak verses really got you in a pickle, shit
when you rhyme it's not a flow but a trickle, bitch