now if you wanna battle me you better work on your aim and take it to heart//
what you say isnt even true your disses are 50% off like Wal-Mart//
you talking shit about me? who you? god its funny how you try to act hard//
you’re an emigrant to rap you jumped the fence from techno and bought a green card//
your punches are gay-bitch watch i slay-spits nothing but used lines, similar to play-lists//
if i dont win this battle i will resort to my wrist-and fists, but i wont cuz I have the lyrical gifts//
now your sweating cuz you didnt think this would come out of a 16, white, canadians mouth oh gosh// your like clothing cuz ill fucking get you dirty, then throw you in the wash like ‘Osh Cosh’//
you cant rap your doing duets with britney if i see you ill fuck you up and pull a bobby and whitney//
your nothing in this rap game your material is lame as-a-dame with no-name sucking dick in movies-for-fame//

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