Front on my crew and up your ass you'll find my shoe/
I clock and cuff your ass like a cop enforcing curfew/
Your nothing but a pussy reign,your whole attack is weak/
Im stompin on yo ass on the return to my battle peak/
In your verse you tried two get at me with your multi's/
Your better off edit and repostin cos all that shits faulty(not hittin me)/
Like ur crew textbook ur lyrics are as fake a 60s movies/
Just look at this kids record he has got his wins from battlin newbies/
I create keys like a locksmith,so you aint taking me in this bout/
Plus ya avatar looks like t.v.'s,before color came out/
Time to get X-rated and crazy,stop wishing you were xtreme/
You can’t play on my level,infact you can’t even make the girls team/
I’ll eXpose your weak eXpressions, only emotion u display is fear/
I’ll have you over and done with quicker than Se7ens TEXTBOOK career/
You couldnt surpass my style, im just that much slicker/
Your useless,You couldnt "build bars" if i provided you the liquor/
You lack sense, rambling mumbo jumbo when ur sparking/
After this battle u will be elegible for handicapped parking/
Your a little net geek,ya waste'n ya time tryin to be creative/
There is no time to debate it I suggest you find ya flow n save it/

no shut the fuck up reign man

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