This has got to me da most unfair match, cos
Even if i slow down dis fool couldn't catch up...you
Run up your mouth but end of the day you ain't
Nuthin...Talkin like you ill you jus bluffin,
You ain't ghetto nigga you even mild thug, yet you
Talk shit to me, cuz your grave's been dug,
Yo man i'm sick of readin your pre-written doo doo, my
Arse hole comes out wid less shit than you do,
Yo me beatin you ain't big feat, it's like
Dashin a doberman a piece of raw meat,
You'll get mangled, lyrically strangled,
Hung out my window n left there to dangle,
Fool you're pathetic, you be faker than synthetic,
Fuck around wid me you'll end needin anaesthetic

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