No Cure For MadNess...
From: The Empire State (NY) |
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IP:
This cat say he don't Play??, Thats why to battle me he had to copy n Paiste /
his punchlines were already placed in another battle he previously Raped /
As for you bein Gangster, I doubt that....Criteria Is Fake,Come 2 the streets of Bk N Blades will Breeze yer face/
fuck that Gangster shit Dog, You Ain't a Fucking thug /
Only Gat This Kid has access to is his Gramp's Rusty Gun / U don't hustle drugs,
u don't Connect w/ yer Punches / This Bitch better get his G.E.D. Cuz he ain't
rappin or Hustlin / Fuck it, Take out yer gun,I ain't runnin, If You Live by the gun, You'll die by what comes from it (bullets Nucca) You Literally fuckin nothin, this cat couldn't win Battles if they were at preschool Lunches /
This punk is.....bout to lose bout to get ripped in too, Son, you couldnt seem to get at me, But Im gonna get at you / You got ahead of your yerslf dude, wasn't me it was you / Cuz from the begin of this battle I knew I could Out rhyme you, fool /
Only way the judge's votin for u is "For us ,By us" Like Fubu /
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