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Like his leprechaun, his rap lacks height, I mean, we both reppin the orange white, n green,
But he must not be full irish, cuz I'm the only one with fight, I've seen,

Its silent but you'll be lovin this beat, as I put my fork into position to eat,
You shoulda known motha fucka, ur gunna get burnt when fuckin with heat;

I aint liking mortal laws, so I be writing with the gods,
Youre jus resiting what you saw, cuz ur biting more than Jaws;

Your verse wasn't nuthin great, I'll post for ya somethin ta hate,
For fuckin sakes, I'll have you wining like you be crushin grapes;

Every rhyme I resite's witty, my raps are all holy like Fifty, ( think )
The punch from my lines, is leavin both of your eyes puffy, like diddy;

I'm still dominatin and he book spittin, I mean his shit look written,
Every line I spit is like a worm when I'm fishin, I jus hook it in;

And it sticks in so you should disperse son, before this verse is done,
You should do like Mase did, and go get yo church on;

You wanna run now? Aight, fag go, theres no where you can hide from the big K-O,
I'm everywhere you run, everywhere ya go, got all the blocks locked down like lego!