Battle #3

[Chilli]

This one's against a red head guy, the next door neighbour of the guy the other two verses were directed at. They're both waiters at the same restaurant.

I'm an instant hater on any instigator
Whose skills don't match their egos, little bitch behaviour
Better savour the flavour of the words I use to slay ya
When my pencil meets the paper, even the bravest prince can't save ya
Gay, waiter, traitor, neighbours, your simple syllables bore me
I'll put you on exhibit, I'm as skilled as you are corny
The colonel of rap, run you through some drills in the morning
I'm so Chilled, forever raw, don't you ever try to unthaw me
Grill you in my lyrical oven, kill you with subliminal punning
I'm so ill, I'm a bitter flu coming, still won't admit you've been ripped a new one and
This is it, I'm through with you husbands, hide your tears, try to peel a few onions
Are you really so dumb to believe that you'd won? Starting fights online? Leave it for Civic, you scum
I rape these words so freely, you might mistake me for Ace Frehley
Space face outranks the King, it's like I'm Slim and you're just Weezy
Here, have this shampoo, wash the blood from out your hair
Best stay away from Couchman, there's MOTHERFUCKER'S EVERYWHERE

(Civic is the clubbing central of Canberra, there's always drunk cunts punching on. Couchman is the street the two guys live on. The Motherfuckers Everywhere line refers to this song written by his band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYpQKAIJPqo)