You up the shit before I've even started/
Claim u'sa gangsta boi, but u just retarded/
My stytle is placid but I spit like I'm on acid/
Anything from you is just gona taste rancid/
See you drive past in ya transit or shall I say "man"sit/
Cos all the time you drive you got his head on ya lap/
He sucks too hard and you holla and clap back/
Slip me the finger an I snap till I hear it crack/
Shove it so far up ya ass, now its part of ya back/
Your rhymes are half ass, lame and lack/
The ounce of feelin needed for us to stack/
Fuck around thinkin u the mac/
But jus like ur dead in the sack/
ur ur dead to us too jack/
I slaughta ur lyrics and spit on ya name/
Beat the shit out of you and do it again/
I'm not gona hold back or try to refrain/
Cos battlin you is jus like a main game playa/
Goin up against a stupid blonde dame/

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