really busy right now, so heres a quick shit...

You’ve lot of guts asking for a battle from the great//
So save your breath…you’ll need it to blow up your date//
Knew you were wack all along…just releasing the tension//
You're dope as a Reggae band at a Ku Klux Klan convention//
This bitch keeps trying, but he raps and dress like his mama//
Why don't you slip into something more comfortable...like a coma//
November 7? Beat you again by 5 months, I’m mystic //
I know what sign you were born under...'RED LIGHT DISTRICT’ //
Calling you wack would be an insult to all stupid lyricists//
You're as much use as 8mm Handy Cam used by terrorists//
I'd love to ask your age, but I know you can't count that high//
Face it, economical measurements always beat number ‘09’//

yeah cuz, know what i'm saying G?

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