Watch me...
Lyrically illustrate my bullets goin' through ya chest//
No need for animation, cartoons, or fake affects//
Heartbeats and "SHOCKS", put you in cardiac arrest//
Go straight to ya chest, no need for ya bulletproof vest//
And by the way you spit i cant tell u have bad taste//
Sounds like you be usin dog sh!t daily for tooth paste//
Comercial ass nigga, this aint no asian avenue//
I dont even know why i took my time to battle you//
lift my 'hundred pound BARS?, i getcha stressin//
you weaker than your own lyrics tryin bench pressin//
Your steps to the top? im gonna have to stop ya//
you havin your own "style"? now nigga thats a "shocker"//
you dont wanna battle me, i lyrcially drop bombs//
you can ask your whole family, cuz i did it in vietnam//
and that weak ass verse: worse rhymes i ever heard in my life//
you lucky i didnt spit into them watts and murder ya mic//
Should i just spit freely? or show a "battle" demonstration//
This nigga is too stupid, where did he get his education?//
He dosent know that my murder intercourse is verbal//
gawd damn, you waker than MC's on Burger King comercials//
dont spit bullshit that no one wants to listen to//
its not that you suck, its just that ya too pitiful//

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No ones gonna stop me