Forums: Freestyle: roast battle

roast anyone u want with anything u pleed no cuzz words plz

rosesw are red voilets are blue satan made me pretty what happend to u Hope the owl got some foul.
My prowl don't like no dirty scowl.
Run up to the howl and get the fowl.

looks like pepole are to scared ha

In the concrete jungle, roses ain't the theme,
Voices echo like sirens, a gritty urban dream.
Satan's touch left me sharp, forged in the flame,
What about you, homie? What's your claim to fame?

Hopes pinned on that owl, soaring high above,
While I prowl these streets, pushing through with love.
No room for dirty looks, scowls ain't my style,
I'm repping the hood, where courage runs wild.