This mothafucka's city is about to get chopped/
Bitch your text skills couldn't beat me if they were co-opt/

This vocabulary is goin' to keep commin' at you until i break your bone frame/
Let me say that I'm taking this battle, its already a known proclaim/

It's not what range you got, of the fiery flame/
It's where you aim your spot, and mine is pointed right at your fame/

You think by me commin' at you was a horrible mistake/
But I'm not trippin' because I already know that your a deplorable fake/

Your facing me, not knowing what the definition of nice is/
After this battle, your gonna get made a bitch, which will cause an identity crisis/

Look, you and your city don't even match the size of my dick/
So how the fuck could you add up to the size of the lyrics I spit/

Your a simple cat with no momorails/
You couldn't teenage spit if Lil' Bow' Wow' gave you a tutorial/

My quick-to-write skills are the rarest/
But when you try to text write, even the computer is embarrassed/

the tone has been set! com on city.

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"For Those Who Don't Know"