Face to face when our paws wreck, battling pussy fag's is nonsense…
Couldn't be over the top straddling spinning toy objects…
Fuck arms and knees, I wreck with steez, forget winning you could only come next to me…
You Couldnt leave cats battered like fried chineese recipies…
I'm hip-hop's ideal, I attack your wack ass and rip up style fields…
I scamble your brain with a spatula, still couldnt whip up ideas…
Reaper’s a fuckin baby, runnin, with one glare he's sent…
I come 'fast' like im prepared for lent…
Fuck Reaper, like during tear gas threats he'll be scared to vent…
This battle is beyond humeral, Cut jugulars to those attending your funeral…
You Couldn't step eye to eye, Reaper spitting his verse in roman numerals…
I rip heads because I was born with a fiend nature…
Fuck it, im leaving you grounded like Mothers of raging teenagers…
For embarrassment I took your mother and fucked her…
Brought out the ford Duster and eased past Reaper for my third win while passing truckers…
Take the remains of this kid, Smash his ass the scalp him…
Mixtape left your ass biting the dust like queen's album...

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Wicked One vs C-Bo