ey, please dont jump the gun and battle me/
cause i'll spit a verse so fast, you get whipplashed in reality/(into didnt fit)
im startin to see you for a fool B/
ripped some new-bies, and now you want through me/
well i aint a door, so ya best bet is not to knock-me/
put my face on a medalion, hang it in ya verse, only times ya rhymes rock me/
i'll beat you with no vacab, cause im lazy/
cause i'll leave you 'blacked out', wit trouble in ya little china like patrick swazy/(in her little china hint hint :P)
i get in ya system like antihistamines, with my punchlines - ima show u wha the meaning of Fisting be, wit my keyboard delete ya whole history, wether it be ya moms, put viruses inside of ya family tree/

girl i rip niggas in text, on the mic i rip bitches in stealth, dont get it twisted, im silent, why u aint heard of me yet/

im telling you, battling me is taboo like 'blasphemy'/
if i replaced the mic 'batteries' wit bullets, you wouldnt be 'blastin-me/

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Proud OYD member again . <------- That is whassup