No Cure For MadNess...
From: The Empire State (NY) |
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IP:
You ain't A+, Nor do you Flow at Mack 10 speeds, You itchin to be get beat?
Take a seat, Kick Back this battle will b a breeze /
peep'd yer site,n' Pics, in every pic u look displeased / prolly cuz Yer bitch looks like the aretha franklin who cought the mike jackson Disease /
Hand warmers in his pockets is the only time this bitch packs heat /
Please SMoe ki, You need help,
This fuckin kid is infatuated w/ taking pictures of himself /
you entered The realm of madness sent from hell /
Stop rappin cause son yer a phonie, Only time this kid see's shells is when he boil's macaroni / 1 person can win this battle nd' I'm that one and only /
Homie, Your The least favorite of mine, my # 1 rival,
want beef I'll make you Hoiler Thank swiss cheese, better yet,hoiler than the bible(Bullet holes)
So in case u thought u had a shot, this shit is now hopeless /
if yer my boss, I'm bout to take over u like scarface did to lopez /
yer jus pissed off cuz yer fightin a battle, a losin like recoverin dope heads /
ight lets get these votes up
Above you by far, as is the sun n moon.......
I accept to battle you, now do u accept to lose..
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