this guy couldn't land a punch...if I gave him an airport/
this man dont belive in check ins...he already distort/
on the battle field i'll kill you...so fast your soul wont have time to escape/
only way you beat me...is I was your dick and you was on the masterbate/
your ryhmes are predictable...you can call me the psycic/
my rhymes are like money...everbody loves and likes it/
im spit lyrics that affect your body...like mad cow disease/
and leave you hyperventalatin on your knees...like you was in prayer/
its almost time for me to say later your verse was nothing but a buch of whackness/
you aint touching this you say got got no metas...ill see you in court for false advertising/

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Warning I am the baddest