Holy shit - its osoma bin laden
im ill..snap ya neck n leave ya head bobin
pulled up by the back, show you to the world
Everyone stares like whats happen to that girl?
West london huh? never been there, dont care to
To bad theres no talent look they sent you
In my first two lines i left you crippled
Leave you pist, like pugs traded for pitbulls
Thinking to himself, "what i godda strong bit"
Jihad? didnt that nigga die in a 9/11 flight
Ill give you portriats to make this timeless
Battled you cause of poor taste, your rhymeless
The definition is, no one to bite, define this?
If im right your battle will be lineless
I decide to research, and came across your openmic
What the hell was that shit, you were high right?
Im not expecting much really im not..
In all accuallality im not expecting you to drop

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