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 These damn kids nowadays cant rhyme worth shit 
	Now I'll amaze your dry humor like earth whit Stay in your home afraid Imma kick a brick in your smirk quick I'm not even gonna leave you a tip cause nothin will enhance your shit service  | 
	
		
 STOP ACTIN LIKE YOU BOTH COULD RHYME/ 
	IF I HAD ONE WISH I WOULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME, TO WHEN I WAS FUCKIN YA MOMS TO MAKE SURE I HAD A CONDOM ON/ I'LL MURDER YOU WHILE SITTIN ON THE JOHN, YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THESE WORDS COULD DO/ THEY'LL GO THROUGH YOU, YOU, AND YOUR FRIENDS/ SHITTIN BRICKS LIKE YOU NEED DEPENDS/ YOU GOT NO CHANCE, I'M MAKIN YOU DANCE/ LET THE SHELLS MAKE THE BEAT, AND THE HEAT DO THE VOCALS/ HOT LED IS WHAT ITS SPITTIN, NOT WRITTEN CUZ ITS AUTOMATIC/ IT'LL BE MAKIN YOU DO THE SHAKE, LIKE IF YOU WAS A CRACK ADDICT!!!!  | 
	
		
 crack addict? yea... girl's crack addict, unlike u, all up on the guys/ 
	the chances of u spittin hot shit?---that's a roll of the dice/ i'm tired of wastin my lines on this cat... but here i go again/ deeni's name stands for, "i-need balls", change his name to megan/ i ain't gonna rhyme bout "murderin u on the john"... i ain't a fake emcee/ this PUSSY doesn't wanna battle, shit... he has to sit-down-just- to-pee/  | 
	
		
 Don't you realize that you have met your demize// 
	Deeni is what you seem to do best, you've just been eulogized// Your life has just been compramized// Your time on RB is now finalized// While my shit is well delivered and energized// Yours, flat and can't even be analyzed... caused it's plagerized// Going head to head with bounce, find your self demonized// Captivated by my loquacious flow and mezmerized// Leaving ya squishy from the KY and sodimized// You cum addicted take it in the back addict//  | 
	
		
 I'm down for a battle this bitch is going get his head rattled// 
	Step up into the sattle if you wanna battle w brainless babble// I'm down to give you a lyrical paddle, n send ya home w/a box of fiddle faddle// Cuz you'll never go home with a win in the ryhmes that you dabble//  | 
	
		
 (u talkin to me bout battlin?) 
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 (I'm talking about that bitch deeni) 
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 (yea... u know better...lol, jk) 
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 Awwww whats the matter Bounce u Scared of BaDRap/ 
	Are u scared that he gonna "Bounce" Lyrical bullets on ya Head Cap/ Don't be scared, dog they just lil ol bitty words/ That seep inta ya main frame like flock of canabalistic birds/(Ha Ha) And who's afraid of the Big Bad B.A.D. R.A.P. nigga G?/ I'll tell ya, It aint me......its dat man Bounce Dig-et-ey/ Next time u find a rhyme I'll decline to call yo ass sour puss u fuckin Lemon Lime/ Wanna Cyphers Baddest Textcees who wanna fuck wit me/ Well if ya wanna go just post below, And watch me roast up under thee/  | 
	
		
 four times u've battled... and four times u've been wasted/ 
	u've been so close to victory... but it's never been tasted/ who's afraid of me... you know you are, stop runnin ur mouth/ once u have a victory... wait, that ain't gonna happen, u keep gettin trounced/ and look, yea, i'm postin below, go ahead... try to roast me/ i'll flip the script on ya, put u in the oven and have u as rump roast meat/  | 
	
		
 you sayin he sucks cuz hes lost four in a row/ 
	but look @ you bitch you cant even flow  | 
	
		
 rhyme row with flow, damn, my bad, can i have ur autograph?/ 
	if you wanna be here past june, i suggest... don't get in my path/ (i only needed 2 lines against this whack emcee)  | 
	
		
 bad rap you suck your freepostin cause you cant freestyle// 
	my lyrics make you hide your head it puts you in-denial// dont try to spit again because the only thing that came out was something whack// your lyrics suck as much as i lick your moms 'crack'// (UR LYRICS MUST REALLLLY SUCK lol) this shits over for you bitch your ass has been ashamed// just be lucky that im not unleashing my wrath, your lucky im keepin it substained//  | 
	
		
 suBstained... can't be, oh, u must mean sustained/ 
	even though that's wrong too, u must mean DETAINED/ i'm pullin my punches too but damn... where urs?/ i tried readin between the lines, but nah, i guess my rap, left-u-in-a-blur/ (UR LYRICS MUST REALLLLY SUCK lol), damn, now u talkin bout urself/ didn't have the balls to beef with me so u say, "i'll beat my damn self"/  | 
	
		
 Your name is iceburg, so how you gonna roast// 
	You can't even generate the heat needed to boast// Ya frozen like the fliud in your lethargic rhyme// I'll leave ya smoked like your name implies at 4:20 time// Seep into my mainframe.. I'm ghost riding you fucken lame// Masking my ISP, deflecting yout INT's, ya wanna talk hacking w/me?// I'll bring ya binary catastrophy, capture your ISP, and sneak into your low budget PC// I see your from los angeles so watch who your aggrevate G// I reside in the 213, higly connected in Da realm of the paramilitary// So do you really battle homie? I'll infiltrate your system infecting your machine viscously// You just a wannabe lacking a hackers philosiphy, I'm dominating and violating you endlessly// Carefull who you seek, I'm handing out eternal sleep for the weak//  | 
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