Prepare ta be ko'd
uh check it uh..

yo i'm a pure battler..
get in my face i'll snap on ya..
i'll squash you like a fat mann that sat on ya..
yo i got dis talent, i got a lyrical gift..
My shoes is dirty since i stepped on yo lyrical shit..
I'm tha angel of death, i collect tha soul of this defeated foe..
My lyrics murdered you and left you unidentified like " John Doe"..
you study this rhyme, tryin ta find my weakness..
tryin ta find a flaw in this thread, but to yo' surprise i left you seamless..

fuck it nigga

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