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		I’ve got this kid losin fast, his chances have already gone bleak 
Scheme already told you, your not creative kinda weak 
If I gave you a steroid you still couldn’t punch hard 
Its like your too crap at science, you can never get the meth-od 
Ya chances are like dynamite with a thread, and kid you just blew it 
Yeah that name is cool… 
… Back when Ruff Ryders used it! 
damn prudent, u just stole a name.. i bet i'll watch this fake edit 
...cuz like visa theft... he always trys to take the credit... 
You da flamethrower? Man look at the size of ya head 
You talk out ya ass soo much I smell shit on ya breath 
Matter of fact, you talk pretty like you wearin perfume, methanol 
This bitch couldn’t spit fire if his rhymes were made out of ethanol 
You frontin when you accepted this battle, I got this bitch schooled 
I don’t even do drugs and I’ma still smoke this fool 
Ya like a tool, always should be kept in tha basement 
And if we lose ya, then we can always find a replacement 
Ya might as well face it, you can’t win, go back and get a pencil 
Take a stencil, write until something dope hits you 
Until you do, you might as well leave, everyone dissed you 
Take a break, it don’t matter, we like ya family nobodies gonna miss you 
I got ya shit broke… like the crust of ya mantle 
You should have known, Tha Phoenix is too hot to handle! 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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