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DASHSKIT...This gonna be ya LAST-SPIT...Have you an ya WACK-SHIT...closed up tight in a CASKET/
Challengin me to a tag team BATTLE...Knowin that guns might RATTLE...But they won't ya jus gonna get beatin worse then when ya mom smacked ya wit her PADDLE/
So why ya tryin ta BEEF-WIT-ME...When ya flow runs flatline on an E-K-G...That shit couldn't be fixt wit shock THERAPY/
Ya livin a fake life like ya were a character in tha SIMS...But ya skillz are outta wack like disconected LIMBS...Ya low class clown sittin on ya teck deck quarter inch RIMS/
Your not on my level, try battlin a MIDGET...Cuz I look down at ya an all I see is a SMIDGET...Couldn't roll wit me if ya joined Limp BIZKIT/
1st battle ya lost an tha door got CLOSED...Made no sense like it was writtin in Morris-CODE...Now ya tryin ta come bac jus to get outta 0-1 MODE/
M-Body bout ta add another # to ya losin STREAK...Ya fuckin chipmunk hol these nuts in ya CHEEK...If ya move ta Memphis ya skills would still be BLEEK/
Ya got Chinese eyes? Cuz ya not seein CLEARLY...I'll jus rip ya eyes when ya come NEAR-ME...Glue em next to my picture so ya can forever FEAR-ME/
This a battle, more like a slaughter HOUSE...Ya silenced more then lambs tha time Hannible got OUT...Drive by tha fork in tha road an see rap, take another ROUTE/
Sorry I couldn't give ya a win jus a big DEFEAT...But I'll give ya a hint for a lil TREAT...Ya can replace that zero wit stolen numbers from Sesame STREET/
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