I hope you lissen to what I preached
I'll smoke ya like Chong and Cheech
I make Jesus Christ turn psycotic
Mothafucka I make buddhist monks turn neurotic
You could call my raps dark and cryptic
They make immune systems go desperatly sick
They make Don Juan turn to a Texan hick
You been mouthin everyone off here for da last time
I tear ya to pieces wit ma first line
When Im through wit ya youll be mistaken for dead
Itll look like I released a bowling ball size shot....to tha back of yo
head
Havent battled for a while but now Im back at it
So sick you could call me ILLMATIC
You came in hurr talkin tough talk
I fucked you up makin ya unable to walk
Run away everyone knows you gon start to cry
Afta I put tha mikr down yo throat and laugh while you choke and
die
You started callin yoself sonagod
But not a soul stirred and gave ya an approval nod
You betta get some prepared or unprepared shit
I don't usually battle newbs who dont know how to spit
So ponder what I speak
Cause I make poseur emcees cheeks like yours turn bleak
Cause you one of dem callin yoself dope
But you drownin and youll need me to throw ya da rescue rope
I should get tha award for most improved
Cause of so many lives I moved
Ill be laughin wen dey lower you
Cause yo raps are as good as Luda in Act A Foo
When you drop yo lines you betta hope for da 3 kings to save yo soul
Cause in dis battle you aint livin up to your role
So you betta stop rappin man
Cause for dat shitty verse,da mods wanted to hand out a ban

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