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I'm Miss. Lyricist, now let me introduce you to my fist/
Even if you were a bottle cap, I doubt you could top this/
I mean c'mon, this bitch is actin' like he's that bitch Scooby Doo/
Always tryin' to take on fools entirely bigga n you/
You're past tense and yah brain is so motherfuckin dense that I find your incompetence immense
You're nothing but a has been/
But then again, man, you never really were, man!/
Save yah breath, Mr. Tweaza, cus you'll need it for bawling/
You remind me of Alisha Keys cus you keep on falling/
Always comin' up short with your retorts, it's best you abort this mission, and let me resort to batt-lan position/
But let me offer you a proposition, man/
The next time I drop threads, you can be the water boy if yah want, man/

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