or loose as many battles like yung dees

shit in a bag that u gonna receive

And send it right back to your family

i'll back it up with verbal shooting spree

these lines are week can't you wanksters see

ya'll haters can't fuck with the D.O.C

give me my props or eat my feces

this faggot only dun 4 Rap Battle pieces

so fuckin new you still see the creases

An arkansas pimp i fuck all my nieces

an ya nephews i heard dats ya thesis

Speakin of thesis that somethin i dont got

along with flow style and shit dats hot

Rhymes and beats is what you have sought

you couldn't flow if ya shit was bought

Wit those rhymes you must be smokin pot

i'm drug free your stoned mind is shot

Speakin of battlin me you should be fought

set it up and i'll hit the spot

Fuck this word, the new word is word

did you set up a battle little turd?

he didnt really get shot, oh, say werd

you aint taken-ova shit....you deny my word?

deniin' your word is like accept tha hurt

yall keep postin cause my flows keep floatin

My flows so fat leave youre stomach bloatin

aint go stop till ya bitch be moanin

I can't smoke pot without cheif and zoning

I did fort, now my poo is roaming!


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turn ya back on me, get clapped and lose ya legs...

scopin for a new victim, my mouth foaming

nightmare on paper like the schematics for cloning

you aint got enough dick to start bone-ing

you'd borrow dick if y'heard i was loaning

couldnt fined ya dick in the bathroom moaning

Speak that faggot shit i'm Gangsta, Who's holdin

22 inches on my wheels when im rollin

stupid bitch I'd say ur style's not smokin'

M.O.C is a whack rapper frontin and shit

hes gotta cock in his mouth likein it

I kill in our battle fuckin' faggit kids