Ya 6 n 1 so ya good but i think your records liein,
The only Mixtape you got is the one that you buyin//
Ya ass coudln't spit sick unless ya had a disease,
And im real sorry Mixtape but id prefer CD's//
Come to ya house beat ya n bring ya neighbors out,
I got so many sheets of lyrics you think i gots a paper route//
I see you was the rookie of the month in June,
Thats cause i just got here and the months over soon//
I get Pages of votes you would think i owned beepers,
All ya raps sound bad like music on blown speakers//
Your punches hit me softer then a Cotton Fluff,
You settin down the mic is the only time i see you Droppin Stuff//
You hit me with weaker shit then a runner after da 24 K,
People say my shits straight or its just Yours is gay//
ITs like im on the Sears tower cause when i drop its scary,
I dont got guns cause the only thing i pop is cherries//
Ima brick wall to punches so i Stop ya Danger,
And the only thing you got Hot is ya Anger//
You wanna win im the King and my Throne Forbids,
Now i know why they call you MixTape cause i own you kid//

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