I laught at the rhymes you be spittin, cuz i kno they be pre-writtin
Who you be shittin, Ya shit couldn't be seen twice if it was copy-writtin
I spit bricks like boulders, Ya couldn't be dope if canibus crew on ya shoulders
I rip tha script & undocument ya folders, ya couldn't be hot if ya bathed in Folgers
Ya punches are defenseless, Steppin ta me ya loss is preventless
I'll make ya senseless, Ya done blazed before i finished this sentence
I spit in conviction, My punches hit 1 after another in contradiction
Retaliatory eviction, obivous prediction, losses come to you like a cocaine addiction
This was ya first cross and ya recieved ya first loss, ya loss shines in gloss
My punches hit in full contact like playin Lacrosse, how do you feel after ya brutal loss

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