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Tweeza, your style is more chessy than a Round Table Pizza/
that's why it's easy ta eat ya, i'll release the heat ta defeat ya/
you battled the wrong creature, tell me, what's the purpose/
coz your lyrics are very healthy, mines are sicker that Magic Irvin/
or Irvin Magic, whatever you preffer, you fag-got/
my rhyme will amaze and shock you like a surge of static/
but your an insult to rap, you need to be killed, so i'll do/
take you out, coz you lower the mode average of hip hop's value/
you know what "son", i should treat you like beef and just ground you/
man, this is the precise reason that i clown dudes/
yea, i know, i'm harsh and you might say i'm a hater/
but man, you exhale stank rhymes that fuck up our Ozone layer/
so fasho, we could see saw/
i went first, gave you a plate and now you have something to feed off/

Note: i went first in the other room with that verse