~tweaked~vs. Duce I Rae
 

what are you to do when a rookie steps up and smacks a veteran//
nice guys finish last so i guess that makes you the better man//
in ya biz like letterman makin more noise on streets than heavy metal bands//
so anything you say is ir-rele-vant//
like american werewolfs in paris i attack and scare ya outta ya pair of pants(boo)//
i got you shook like a piece of chicken in a bag full of crumbs(shake n bake)//
you should be embarassed cause ya crew is full of faggets and bums//
havin havoc im at it slashin at ya throat than im stabbin//
you in tha stomach..cut like a blunt did harrasin you and then you get punished//
with multiple punches, multi's, metaphors, and wordplay//
you punks get rushed quik like winning tickets at a horserace//
i can see that you puzzled starin atcha screen witta forelorn face//
wishin you never challenged a emcee whos pedrige is purer than ya simple ass will eva see//


your crew :somebody help him!!!!
me: should i lettem breathe??..
your crew: if you kill him your selfish??...
me: you think im doin this for me!!!...

look dudes ya boy wanted to and chose to battle me//
and i know its sad to see ya boy be another casualty//
tragedies happening blazing buy us so rapidly//
and i have to be mad and be-gin to make this fagget bleed//
and the falacies he be spittin exposed like pictures in gallery's//
my malice seems to be depleting ya structure like tractor beams//
go ask marvin tha martian how harsher this part gets//
punches hittin harder and harder startin to break apart legs//
goin hard with a vengence snappin fibulas and tibias and shit//
this is ridiculus im so serious, im poppin a fuse gettin delrious//

countem your self aight...........

aight ill drop later tonight
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