when i was young we hung battlin disses were tossed and if you lost you shook hands got pissed and you walked and talked SHIT to ya friends/on how you plannin to bounce back and hold on to ya dignity no matter the cost/and even though your the batter the balls fatter you stil swingin and missin you can take a minute add up ya losses/got you fearin me like im the devil grabbin ya crosses/in this athiest rap/where god doesnt exist i smother all ya religeos asses ya covered in piss and warm puke and pheses you piece of SHIT/i never slip release neither nor cease my grip/my slave whip is in action backs meetin the tip ya rap ships been sunk ya dunked past the lip ya gassed ass was punked you fuks need come hints/learn how to freestyle before you comin speakin a diss on nolidge lilsouth or ducibomber the team is sick we rap slick and elite/steady kickin our feet/the minute you sign on to battle me's the minute ya beat-and what where the fuk is the rest of you cats? this SHIT is heated dont dissapear now niggas! let me see some mutha fuccas spit! HALLA AT ME

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