Balfazzar VS Jephcoat 9.8.2

Lyrics

Yo this is Jeff Coat straight out the shadows born to slay, where the streets bleed the fuck away, the cops don't care from the political dismay, city of pain and decay, Where the fiends prey and don't pray, know what i mean how i say what i say, filth adelphia pistol vania dodgin' bullets all day every day, buck down haters that get in the way, I got my glock cocked ready to pop on these fake ass clowns, Jenkins that snake bitch think he run the town, but I'm bout that under ground sound, pound for every fucling damn pound, he bout to see how the fuck I get down! JEFF COAT, KING OF THE STREETS, KING OF THE RHYMES AND THE BEATS Don Voltaire bitch ass prick spittin' lies like venom, I'm 'bout to blaze hell turn this into a requiem, Jenkins you psycho path fuck you here an I wasn't expecting 'em, you're just sin in skin rip your throat out check 'em an wreck 'em, I just chop 'em up and collect 'em, Don Voltaire you pussy ass bitch all grammatical with your adjectives an words, I'll crush you with sick metaphors and exclamatory verbs, rap battle's violent blood splatter on the fucking mic ya heard, Jeff Coat's the king buryin' villains deep inside of the earth, motherfucker i been doing this since the day of my birth, of all fucking people picking me was the worst, decision you all could make cause i will kill every verse, I rise out the chaos spittin' rhymes so absurd, you'll get sliced up just from my words, Balfazzar sneaks up with his lame ass fucking crew of turds, Spittin' bars 'bout lame shit I bout to put 'em up in a hearse, I spit death verse after fucking verse, like a bomb explodin' his entire fucking mind going perverse, "FUCK YOUR VERBAL MAGIC TRICKS, YOU JUST GET ON MY NERVES", Don Voltaire steps in with his wild ass cape and his quill, Talkin' wack shit but I'm 'bout to give him the thrill, of my boot repeatedly right in his grill, make even the EMT get fucking chills, yo I'm Jeff Coat the fuckin beast unleashed in the street, fight punchin' through walls leavin' peeps eternally sleep, you cunts ain't worth fuckin shit when you speak, I'll gut you like fish watch your head get crushed into beef, Balfazzar roars "I'LL GET YOU" shaking like a leaf, I grab his neck right quick crack snap as i squeeze, Don Voltaire pleads "LET'S BE FRIENDS STOP IT PLEASE", Nope cock sucker I'm gonna end ya whole steez, seal your fate I'll a knee echoes with screams, now i'm at the top raining supreme, Jeff Coat stands tall, pop bodies blood spray like the rain this shit be hard to believe, from the dope trap right down to the beat, I own this ghetto watching villains fall six feet deep, and I'm still spittin' fire fucking obscene raw fuelin' the heat, FUCK YEAH Jeff Coat's the name they fear in the street, my time been coming for years bob your head to the beat, sit back an crack a beer celebrate it up indeed! JEFF COAT, KING OF THE STREETS, KING OF THE RHYM AND THE BEATS, I’m Jeff Coat gun barrel clip fucking alchemist, Know every caliber the streets ever fucking kissed, Glock 19 Gen 5 got that slim grip venom, Mad peeps screamin’ da block goin to heaven, 45 A C P hit like a jealous ex, 1911 Government issued still fuck up your chest, Kimber Custom Shop match grade tight as a nun, One in the pipe leave a mama holdin’ her son, A R fifteen M 4 profile 5.56 NATO, Full-auto giggle switch make the whole fucking scene bloody an fatal, 5.45 by 39 on the AK platform on display, 7N39 needle-tip turn your ribcage into disarray, SHOTTY SEASON mothafuckin pump action Remington 8 7 zero Buckshot turn your ass into fucking birthday confetti, Mossberg 5 90 A 1 bayonet always on the ready, CQB vampire that'll leave the hallway fucking messy spaghetti, Desert Eagle 50 cow lookin’ like a cartoon, Jeff Coat buck that chrome cannon BOOM BOOM, make your whole entire fucking chest maroon, Magnum Research 429 D E heart stop special, One round leave your rib cage like a twisted philly soft pretzel, SCAR 17 heavy hitter out of fucking I'll a knee, Recoil so un fucking godly, it'll murder each of ya kidneys with ease, HK416 piston-driven never jam in the mud, NATO golden child still baptize enemies in blood, M P 5 chopped stripped an flipped 9 milli fucking sub machine gun, cocaine white smoke thunder when the fucking roller door run you done, I rip shit ridiculous da way dat I kick it i shine up the finish wipe you out an I spin it flip an hit it an click it like a fucking kick flip the way that I spit it with sickness get venom delicious how I get fitted to fit it leave chalk lines on the strizzip chomping pop eye like spinach olive oil gone get it so fucking demented I stone wall cement it alter your mind demented a fucking mind bended shift with intention when I bend it you can fake or it pretend it just remember you said it don't get offended guarantee I'll still return it and send it cock load forget it fuck it I get it I meant the shit if I done said it now you know who the best is an on that you can bet it! JEFF COAT