He can't make it, he's comin at me head first like retards in straight jackets...
tryin to be swingen at me but wit arms behind ya back ya cant hack it.../

outa two people ya come in third, cuz five lines aint five bars, like ya Iq is ya win number...
Not handlen my riegn, i'm soon to be a champion thats why I spit thunder.../

I hate battlin noobs who lookin to lose, cuz my record apparently you didnt give it a view...
hitchu on cue, like i do tall emcees, leave ya bloody red fuck black and blue.../

i hate battlin theese lil kiddies anyways votes i didnt drop five bars cuz he didnt

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