Blackwell, this battle will leave ya carcass deformed/
spittin bars like they were punches, ya whole bodys sore//
you stumblin around, all dazed n confused/
wishin you aint battled me, your minds been abused//
you aint nothin but a fake, like a ventriloquist’s puppet/
man's hand up your ass, but fuck it, you love it/
man gets his dick out, you continue to rub it/
and when your geared up, you shout, 'Shove It'// (in ya ass)
you gon' be hittin boys, cos you can't hit up a bitch/
and the only way you'll be gettin your dick near a clit/
is if you went to a grave, and dug up a stiff//
illiterate rapper, thats the name of your game/
'Watch Out Boys, Blackwell is statin his name'/ (sarcastic)
u jus an MTV fag, all in it for the fame/
weak lyrics like polystyrene, easily broken, your lame//
im throwin hardcore swift punches, disintergratin your face/
why the fuck you gon' be frontin up in this place/ (rapbattles)
you think you elite, but you jus a disgrace/
you now met your maker, now meet your fate//
torturous methods im gon' use to eradicate ya/
cryin n shit, as if your daddy jus raped ya/
your pathetic lifeform, im gon' blow up when i slay ya/
im mentally fucked up, and im gon decapitate ya//

Yes, Yes, Y'all.... aint no beef...aight lets see wot you got bruv

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Ayo, This is the mighty nutcracker no doubt. Its ok for people on this level to make mistakes. It is ok that we cry and make mistakes. That is part of being a human being. You have to sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come. So to anyone that doubted me..... im jus sayin, Fuck You. (GroupHome Song Intro)