Front Line (BATTTS Diss)

[Verse 1]
On this banging beat, I'm slanging heat
The death of BATTTS is very neat
You signed me to your label
And then you dissed me after
That was your mistake fool
'Cause now it's getting harder
For you to live since I have kicked
Both of your knees and your head off
So don't complain when you are it (Dead)
'Cause you're the one who asked for it
I rhymed that word twice
Even something as uncool as double rhyming
Is cooler than you
Because you are approaching
Extreme levels of uncool like a poo

[Verse 2]
Never ever tell me to die
Or else you are a hypocry
For I will be the grim reaper
And you'll be just a normal guy
That sounds very boring Bat
You must have something else in store
Oh wait I remember you don't
ALL YOU HAVE IS GORDY DISEASE, STAGE 4
It's a fatal illness, next to weed, it can kill in sixty seconds
So you better get to the hospital
Or else you'll be dead. In seconds

[Verse 3]
I have called the army on you
They are approaching now
By army I mean my words of wisdom
Tearing down your house
Brick by brick I destroy your house
Until there are no walls
No wallpaper or no ceiling
Even your pet chameleon escaped
Because you can't conceal him
All in all you're not a Bat
You're really just a great big fat
Fan of bad King Gordy
But Gordy's dead and so are you
So I have won the glory