U got a brain for this rap game then riddle me this
How u gon battle the God that should've aborted ya cripple fetus
One line or what ever in lyricist lounge, U should be hearin this clown
Think he the king of the game got a couple appearances now
Cripple cuz he cant run spots, when guns cock,
He gets scared and what not, soon as they buck, pop,
His tires gone, Already waist high so to live he suck cock
U shouldnt be here, but before i said this u thought u had me
Shit as cripple kid u would have better luck at a track meet
U said u shit on my rhymes bitch u had me laughing
Only place u shit is your chair all day where your ass be
Yeah i said i spit Nas when he was nasty
U write rhymes on a screen u fuckin lab geek
The winner's clear thats the only way u see past me
Cuz while u were practicing, U had to see, I followed ya battling
U came out like a bad disease,
Pissed blood, then ya cathater ceased, U master of beef?
Shit thats something i got to see, Something i'd walk to see
Something u know u cant do, dont try to walk with me,
Missin half your being like a topless tease,
Like a veggie salad topped with beef
I aint seen it yet but your verse is probably cheap
Ko'd u like i came into this fist fight with a gaudy piece

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