Fatal D a fat ass his cholestral is fatal he got them big double d’s/
Ive mastered a’s b’s and c’s cut of his knees and watch him fall wit e’s/
This dude is so big we call him that masta/
Instead of slim fast this dude needs slim fasta/

(aight enough playin around illmatic came to battle)

illmatics always commanding battles, so fatal d claimin he spittin hard get his fat mouth filled with sand and gravel/
fatal D he just stands and babbles, my allegiance-blinds plus whenever it's beef-we-shine like tanning cattle!/

go ahead and actually-spit, i drop ruthless-bowels this stupid-child wanna get abused-wit-vowels/
it's useless-now, cause iilmatics so quick ill take two free shots like shooting-fouls!/

illmatics got fat dudes and boobs rushing for some shine, turn-em-away burn-em-ablaze you must be out your mind/
when im busting from the nine, trust me im divine, punch fatal D in the chest so hard, my fist could take custody of your spine!!/

(finishin him off)

attack ur lungs leavin u internally-stressed, theres no scale to measure my skill i blow out rictors/
these lyrics are leavin u verbally-blessed, and fatal could’ve been born in a mexican household and still not come out a victor/

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