verse
(gunshots heard)
Yo I can confidently say I'ma murder yo rhyme/
Cuz even if i don't, i know my rhymes is mine/
Yo', word for next time, if you steal a line/
make sure it ain't from a CD in it's prime/
I murder you, bury you, come back and pop you in ya chin/
Bobby and Whitney?! This is Ike and Tina and you rollin over sayin "hit me again!"/
callin yoself the lyrical perfectionist, well yo momma must be the lyrical arsonist/
cuz her ghonorea was burnin me and i was STILL steady poppin it/
rockin it, she was screamin for you hot one/
but you was prolly in the other room wit ya daddy... oh whoops my bad, you ain't got one/
Cuz you're a BASTARD, you fuckin whack liar/
Yo verse was so bad I had to make you weren't spittin a satire/
My verse ain't even all that great, But it seems I can't get no competition today/
steady knockin cheap bitches like you out my way/
I ain't like Michael Jackson and I can't beat it but I'm sure you can/
Look at yo greased up rough ass hands.

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1st Battle In Legends
Bars Of War - Champ
L.L.L. - Former HWeight Champ
S.S. - Hall Of Fame

The Eclipse...