battlein me is a job that will clout and leave u more disfigured than a pigs snout
swamp gettin smacked outta classroom windows and he calls him self a high school drop out.

u cant see u've been out-classed u'll need ur ass out of the solar system jus to make ur shit universal
set your pre-penciled lines and im reverseing ya ryhmes 2 where u hit yourself during rehearsal

every punch u throw u missin cause i have slick vision
bars hit u thick incisions, divide ur brain in 2, and have u makeing split decisions

leave u like a pussy that matserbated wit a chain saw, ripped apart
cant say u fell off,cause u never had a handle on hip-hop from ya jump start

if u back talk me i'll rip ya tounge out ya mouf so u betta watch what u say
spit bacteria in ya toungeless mouf and let ya jar decay

theres no way this fake soulja winning this battle
cause from where im standing ya ass look more shook than a babies rattle

so i hope u representing well cause i'll murder u and send ya punk ass back to v-town
have u and ya niggaz smile shape like a nike sign upside down

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yall niggaz just like the u.s.army bein all u can be
but u fuckin wit the king so show respect and bow 2 ya knees