ill, im seaking to kill,u floppin still,u call u heat but all u send is a chill/
u a rapper ur a face-for-bags,u a mc u trully a disgrace-to-stages/
this a race-for-ages,u rhymes from a book, just whered u place-the-pages
recycling, your garbage YOU-SPREAD,u spit at me, then y the fuck r YOU-DEAD/
u fall in the polls like "H-DEAN", im a myth but ur SPITs the thing rlly AINT-SEEN/
ILL-in-tear, myth comes hes still-in-fear, like ur reputation, i KILL-n-CLEAR
change-directions,rearrange your-intenstines,u a mc, and ur still ASKING-4-QUESTIONS/
2-wrong, definetly not u thats 2-strong, u think u can beat me wit ur blues-song/

FINISHER*

HEY, UNATIC, call u herb static, way wack sticks-2-u,call u a HO, the way dicks-go-2-u/
comin out of retirment,just 2 cant sent back 2 the WACK-PLACE,ill trace BACK-2-UR-DISGRACE, wit
lines like that, ur the sweet-victory w.o the TRUE-TASTE (think bout it)

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THE RESTRICTED WUN HAS ROZE 2 CONQUER.....AGAIN!


I'M BACK!!!