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yo, i've looked back on your battles and your rhymin is shook/
you think that you can beat me? you must be kinda mistook/
you can't write rhymes, so try writin a book/
to me rap's easy as fishing, i stay with strong lines and a hook/
we'll just read your gibberish while your babbling on/
coz you don't stand a chance, only way i loose is if i battle my clone/
you say your $ik, shit, you really should be $ik of writing trash kid/
coz i don't understand your lyrics, like your speakin with an accent/
why does this hypocandriac think that he is "sick"/
when your nothing more than what comes out of my ass.... a peice of shit/
i'm already bored with you, you MC's be on that same shit/
$ik, face it, your rhymes are just fake like you got you lyrics from the matrix/
you ain't shit just don't even try, murder you is what i will do/
fuck guns, in battles i spit hard enough for my saliva to kill you/
dark thoughts, like my brain was made from melanin/
just realize that i'm better bitch, i have more intelligence/
your luke warm man, you really don't got heat/
you think your "hard" huh, how about i dip you in concrete/
ya'll iv'e ended his career now, you see how i rattled him/
your done, God can't even save you, and if he tries then i'll battle him/