Im forbidden, interdicted to except your impudent style of abuse,
You gonna win? you gonna lose, this hurts coz this is the truth.
Feeding of your verse is a fact you'd prefer to assume, coz
you couldnt spit sick if i fed you sick from a spoon.
Your chances of winning are 'Slim', son, my style is completely 'Shady,
like baby 'Hailie' you be screaming 'My daddy's gone crazy'.
Battle me? You'll choke aint got nuffink to say,
Guaranteed like finding your fat mum at a buffet.
Not even for a £100000 could Rip freestyle cyphe,
like a still-born baby you need to get ur self a life.
Like underneath tumbling rubble from a Iran earthquake,
theres no escape, you going down like Kobe Bryant did for rape.

Uppin for votes.

Safe RIP.

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