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I simply can NOT believe you wanna have 'da nerve to battle ME,Child/Look how wack you iz, I'll smack U Kid, and do it wit' a freestyle/Meanwhile/I type word for word while you write ya next delivery/I'll burn you like sulfiric wit' these lyrics, chop off your ego like Ol' Girl did Dude in "Misery"/You are the epitome ( note: that's pronounced E-PI-TA-MEE)/Of lameness if I' ever seen it in my whole life/Next time you wanna call me out, make sure you got 'ya flow tight/I can freestyle 'da whole night/And this ain't even nuttin', Hon/Not even on my WORST day could you step and this you know, ain't no need for frontin', Son/Oops, that's right, you're actually a DAUGHTER/You so bulldaggerish, but I ain't partial, you STILL will get slaughtered/Protect ya neck like RZA/Cuz I'm slicin' and dicin' with these lyrical swords like GZA/You wanna ride high and challenge me to battle?/cuz your own horse done' threw you off 'da saddle/U lyrically incompetent, I'll kick ya behind with rhymes from Georgia to Seattle/Then you wanna call me a "bi*ch" for expressing my view?/And I BET you go around callin' yaself a Christian, too. Quick question :WHAT WOULD "JESUS" DO!?/ Jesus would probably drop down from the cross and crucify you for spittin' dem wack behind rhymes/You' miserable ;your rhymes are digital to my analog so you behind skills AND behind times/Talkin' bout you an "angery" white female/First of all, little girl, if you are 13, "ANGRY"should be a word that you KNOW how to spell/Counting "1 ho, 2 ho" I can see that you do not know me well/Cuz if you did, you would never come to me with such wackness/You talkin' bout you tight, but all you spit is slackness/Look, Little Suburban Wangsta-Chic/Wanna be femcee who can't talk about nuttin' but some Internet gangsta sh*t/I'm just keystyling while you wasting all ya breath/Little girl, I was rhymin' when you were a baby first takin' all ya steps/Don't keep rappin', cuz wack lyrics get me vexed/I could get very lyrically complexed/While you throw your temper tantrum in all text/But I can tell that you don't want it/Mi step inna di place and dun it/You 'da lyrically most fronted/I'm 'da lyrically most wanted/I suggest you just withdraw yourself from this battle now/Cuz every round will get more and more intense/I'm still warmin' up. lol You skurrrrred? I got you in suspense/Praying that I'll take it easy on you/Now what a fake emcee like yaself gon' do/When your rhymes start getting wacker and wacker?/Trust me, you don't want this. Yo wack behind came lackin' rhymes; keep talkin' and see how you get verbally shattered

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