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IP:
I'm crackin ur spine, Jay is tha epitome of wackness defined...
...Shit, u couldn't be born ill if Cancer wuz ur Zodiac sign
Jay sucks tha best, loves givin nuthin but head...
...So I'll leave him like Frankenstien, wit nuts in his neck
& I doubt ur fables, I get tons of pussy while this jock's unable...
...Because Countree holds virgin records, and I aint talkin bout tha label
I rattle squads, so stick to open mics, u ain't no battle-god...
...Cuz wit ur ancient metaphors, all u do is fuckin babylon
Talkin shit in all the threads, I'm tired of you wack fucks...
...and yeah its a double meaning when I exclaim Countree sucks!
Come to my level, then in the balance you can hang...
...Cause anyone with talent wouldnt have more links than a chain gang
Shit we knows its true, I've always been miles above ya...
...And since Talib's quality, you must take after your mother
So I'll bust ya, leave you nameless, stabbed battered and scarred...
...You're almost famous? congrats, after this beating now you are
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