iight my turn

I have a hard time believing that you're from a "battle joint".....
Fuckin wit me, your career will reach its ending point.....
And wat made you believe that you're a "One Man Band"??....
I think you should stop jerkin, and rest your sweat gland....
But you are tha type of nigga who can nut on command....
Tryin to rap battle, and makin a betta use of your right hand....
You think u can beat me?? I think your having a wet dream....
Your punches comes softer than melted neopolitan ice cream....
And your personals are as sweet as a sweater your grandma nit....
That's why I come wit punches that always seem to hit.....
Left ya ass dazed, I think I sunked your battle ship.....
Got u gaspin for air like you are an asmatic....
Now you left wit nothin but a confussion head trip.....
While my rhymes got you shakin like you're epileptic.....
My shit comes 5 stars like a movie wit Denzel..........(Denzel Washington-Training Day)
And your rhymes scheme comes ugly like Sam Cassell............(PG 4 tha Timberwolves)
So get use to L's dogg, kause I'm made-to-win.......
U couldn't get a W even if u sold your soul to Satin.........

holla

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