u don't wanna battle me...I'll ~rip all ur sickest rhymes~/
he don't like gurls...he was ~six short of sixty-nine~/(1)
u don't know me?...everyone on ur ~block's heard of me~/
my bullet's quick to leave ur chest open like ~heart surgery~/(2)
this dude's a ~herb to me~...I'm on a lyrical ~murder spree~/
I spit flames...step up and u'll get burned in the ~third degree~/(3)
this dude's fake...I don't listen to the ~shit that he tells~/
u talk shit...ur dome'll get cracked like the ~liberty bell~/(4)
this kid's a liar...I don't believe the ~shit he's usin~/
I'm too strong...I take more hits than ~Whitney Houston~/(5)
u should be ~runnin from me~...this is gunna be a ~cunning defeat~/
ur scared...ur voice be "breaking up" like twigs ~under ya feet~/(6)
I know that everytime I spit I'm ~gunna be insane~/
my flow's sick like there's a virus ~runnin through my veins~/(7)
u couldn't buy a win even if u a ~hard spender~/
I pour rounds at u...just call me the ~bartender~/(8)
I'm know as the pizzaman cuz I'm ~know to deliver~/
u couldn't have a flow if u were ~thrown in a river~/(9)
I know that I'll never be at this ~queer's level~/
cuz my lyric's so sharp that when I spit they ~pierce metal~/(10)

line1-six short of sixty nine-his names sixtythree
line5-I take more hits than Whitney Houston-she gets beat by her husband

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