LyricalMethod appears to have guessed it, he's not as Dope As Me//
I pose a Triple Threat wit one verse to leave this cat Owin Three//(0-3)
Discard this retarded bitch wit my spit, Trouble Is Miniscule//
Even your sig shows that you are Double The Imbecile//
When I drop dawg, leave him wit lock jaw, Never To Speak//
He's Tender And Meek, his rules predicted the End Of The Weak//
This cat Want War wit the Number One Dawg wit a Gun Charge//
You Love Balls, and I'm the dick who spits quick and'll Cum Hard //
I spit wit Cruel Intentions, this cat's stuck in School Detentions//
I'll split ya wig and peel ya cap back, only hope is Full Extensions//
Never rudly interupted, kid you bluffin, quit Lyin To Me//
I Rhyme Unruly, and your avi suits you, your Rhymes Are Booty//
Fool Ya Suck, I'm leavin your bitchass in a Pool Of Blood//
Cause you couldn't spit LyricalMethods if your mouth was Full Of Drugs//
Wit one taste, you could be erased off this place, I'm Purgin Ya//
Your stagnant, stuck where you at, Ain't got no Verge In Ya//(VA)

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