Sannika Brynn
Let me tell you about a Rebellion...
Ladies first? You just made your biggest mistake. You let me beat ya right outta the gate. Shoulda left your life to fate. I'm too much for your plate. Don't hesitate to wave the white flag and make your escape. Smoke you like vape. Call me a hero though I'm not wearing a cape. I'm gonna decimate.
You can punch, but I crunch with these lyrics. Gonna eat you like brunch. Too tough to touch, nah, I'm just too much
for you. I kick it like old school. You thought you could duel
me? That's hilarious. I'm the nefariouste, You couldn't marry this. I've got enough lines in my pocket to rocket you 'cross the block--it's not a rock beat; kids-on-a-block beat. Can't get into my socket. You can beg but you can't talk it.
You're gonna spit rhymes that you can't mop up. I'm like a target that you can't lock up! You're probably memorizing my own rhymes 'cause you gotta stock up. So gross--your spit that you're gonna hack up.
Stop, drop, and look up! You're on your knees, can't take my disease. I heard you had a disease, so please, not getting into my sleeves. Go pick up the leaves 'cause you're about to fall--like autumn, you oughtta get the rake out and put away the ball. I'll graduate from you like I graduated from baby dolls.
[member="Kaï Sargas"]
You can punch, but I crunch with these lyrics. Gonna eat you like brunch. Too tough to touch, nah, I'm just too much
for you. I kick it like old school. You thought you could duel
me? That's hilarious. I'm the nefariouste, You couldn't marry this. I've got enough lines in my pocket to rocket you 'cross the block--it's not a rock beat; kids-on-a-block beat. Can't get into my socket. You can beg but you can't talk it.
You're gonna spit rhymes that you can't mop up. I'm like a target that you can't lock up! You're probably memorizing my own rhymes 'cause you gotta stock up. So gross--your spit that you're gonna hack up.
Stop, drop, and look up! You're on your knees, can't take my disease. I heard you had a disease, so please, not getting into my sleeves. Go pick up the leaves 'cause you're about to fall--like autumn, you oughtta get the rake out and put away the ball. I'll graduate from you like I graduated from baby dolls.
[member="Kaï Sargas"]