U call this shit a battle that consists of a blind spit/
Da only reason its BLIND is cuz I aint seein your skillz, bitch/
U tell me to stop talkin all tough, actin hard wit my ass-hole ability/
I'll smack da makeup off yo' face and RUN up on ya wit my lyrical agililty/
U bout to fall real hard, u betta purchase yourself some KNEE PADS/
This bitch is from BELGIUM, Bill Gates has seen more ghetto then SHE HAS/
This ain't really a blind spit, u lookin at my background, searchin my profile/
I'ma take her ass to Wal-Mart for some makeup, just to MERK this ho's smile/
Just like u, I'm searchin for your skillz, but it says NO PAGE Can Be Displayed/
Da Game yells at u when ya rap "Shes NO Lady of RAGE", but can be laid/
U from BRUSSELS, pretendin wit your avatar to have guns like da Matrix/
I'll send da National Guard and Air Force for your style, still theres no way to save it/
So u can have all your fantasies about rappin wit your AFRO PUFFS/
She's about as hard as ALFALFA she's only Little RASCAL TOUGH/

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<marquee>"Real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious. It's not that we don't like you, we hate you, PERIOD."</marquee>