You have Seventeen eight hundred and thirty three rap post//
And still Brandon can't ride a flow like a bad boat (uh!)//
I peeped your battle with 10Fold and those wacks votes//
Folks was tripping on those trash lines like bad coke (yup)//
I post about two hundred times with in a year//
Three thousand post say your career lives here (woo!)//
I doubt when you flow you can get offlines//
I Break down your thoughts for free and I pay you no mind (who!?)//
Ask Tony B! Brawds loved to show me time//
He got nasty left overs like day old pork grind (ewww!)//
Speaking of food I smell and see pussy!//
Wack lines don't move me so try to push me!//
On the real tip I got chicks you can't deal with (uh huh)//
They'll tell you push hard cause they can't feel shit//
Yet, chicks say I make it clap like bricks doe//
Niggas clap and give me daps when I spit this sick flow//
Murdaland (MD) we clap shots when we make them hits though//
I'll hit him with the nine four (49'ers) times like San Francisco//
I've been wild since the day I was born yo//
Bust shots! Leave you with more wholes then a lesbian porno//
I'm nice on the track son I'm a better rhymer//
Your ish more pussy then a fat chicks vagina//
A quarter black Brandon there's no disrespect bro//
It's cool you like rap and they know you can't fuck with Techno (Tech! No!)//
So fuck ya rep I'm the man to beat (tell em!)
Son your climbing up the ladder of success with no hand to reach (woo!)//
Your to busy playing online shit! With an online click//
A group that's like gang bangs full of dicks on border line shit (umm?)//
Fuck Brandon Heat, Tony B and Brand Cee//
Stand still like a vegetable were not ment to meat//
Grindhouse collabing is like trying to get a chick wet!//
They ask dumb shit, send files, and text on the internet//
Scratching their head like " damn you didn't get it yet (orgasm)"?//
He'd love to get his ass handed if I made threats take bets//
He's from a state where men value the same sex (haaay!)//
He's mad cause I'm above his shit like toilet paper//
Hater! your not droppin shit your only lightly fartin//
It doesn't take long to pass you like Kindergarten (bye)//
Maryland versus California rap battles Rip the Mic (rip him!)//
I'll put you in front of a mirror pull the trigger (bloaw)//
Just to say I blew this wack wigger out of sight//
Which direction is the west coast? Miller take it light//
All that talk about grinding yet your not pushing right//
Tell me why this site get you hype. (tell me) To me you sound like a whiny bitch//
And your rapbattles pic reminds of of a bitch attempting to suck dick//
After she got hooked on crack and tried to take three hits (hahaha!)//
Jesus! Lord have mercy!
Tell the members of grind house they can verse me//
Cause I spit verses that'll take them where the church b//
It's clear Brandon Cee's his bars are sweeter then a pound Hersey//