...|Merk-This Dude', Hurt-This-Fool'. You couldn't Top My rhymes if you was standin' on a stool'!!, Shoot 16 shots At Cha Legs, Disablin' ya Walkin', Keep Talkin'!, R'll have this match quick an easy', My bullets , Stick-belive Me'!//
Crack Ya Skull', Let Ya thoughts Run Around', Make sure' that wen you try an kill me, that my son will still be around, to merk ya herb ass'', You'll Hurt-Fast', R'll The type to Burry' Ya remains, strangle ya Brain, Dismantle-Ya-Frame''!!, its a shame', Its easy to see', he's quick to run outta breathe'!, Like when "Fat-Boyz-Plays", Ya rap's wack, Like Ya name DatBoyJay'', Your career's quick to come to an end', Like a Bi-Sexual friendship', i Tend to rip shit, shred Ya Insides, an toss em to rivers', Ya quick to shiver', when i got the cold plated gat to ya back'!!... watchin ya eyes Quiver'!!|....

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