Grizzly - "ingen Titel" Lite snabbt ihopslängd, men inte fy skam =) Battle me feels like being halfway through the door when it closes// 'Cause my lines are the direct opposite of sending roses// I'll break up anything in my way just like Moses// And even if you beat me, you're the one who loses// So there you have it, when i'm in the house better clear the passage// Or I'll go straight through you like concentrated acid// And yes I'm blown outta porportion, but I'm not hyperbolic// Cause I'm so big, my sixpack's to big even for an alcoholic// Don't take it personal I'm just getting rid of some hate// But if you argue with my lines I'll fistfuck you in the face// This is a war and I'm stationed at the frontline// No gun, fighting enemies with punchlines// While you're getting applause for turning your mic off// And you won't walk of stage, you'll get wiped off// So after our battle I got arrested by the state// The atourney claimed I was guilty of a verbal rape// I kick you in the face, you won't be able to use your head// So start breathing through your peehole like Mufakka said// And you know I'm so big I brush my teeth with a broom// That means even if you're here, I'm the only rapper in the room// Ge gärna kritik....Peace// Grizzen