Aight here it is... It's an off day today..


You talkin all tough, wantin things to get rough,
That only happens in your room fuckin your boy named Chuck.
Say you been in tha game foreva? Yo rims ain't bling,
Dis cat must be wack, he only sixteen!
Dis game is all familiar, but you're confused wid sumthin else,
I've fucked up catz for years, that list bout to include yoself.
My lyrics are beyond yo comprehension, maybe you can study them in detention,
but you've probably neva been in it, you a good boy an alwayz pay attention.
This shit is crazy, you're verses and flow are crap,
What you tryin ta be? I neva heard of homo who can rap.
These battles always get voted on so slow,
Just like the movie, your world will end 'The Day After Tomorrow'.

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*~*Anytime, anyplace, anyway...*~*

~Last few lines, with much 'beating' left to be done,
And I mean with your right hand, cause you ain't got no girl to give you some.~