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don't call youself dat cause losing to me ain't legendary, it normal//
I spit my bars then you staring at me like this cat must be abnormal//
I even got you mama mad cause I came to you funeral all formal//
I do songs cause my hooks stronger then those of king kong//
u wanna do 45 lines, well u could beat me if u spit sumtin 100 bars long//
i saw this dude, he was trying to act like a gangsta in bilabong//
wen i finished rippin this dude biggie came n siad I’m dead wrong//
you gonna be just like him cause after this ya’ll both gonna be gone//
this cat didn't no that i'm a 5 star general wen it comes to war//
and that i'm an energizer bunny when catz asking for more//
i got a big friend so basically u aint gonna be livin dat long, forsure//
you ain't no fuckin legend i mean damn your record is 8-6//
and you definally ain't a real baller if you rootin for the knicks//
and if you could find your girl well she on my dick, i love dat slut chick//
if you really a livin legend then you gonna be dead quick//
no need to pic a mask cuz I punch girls and dudes wit glasses//
to tell u how hard he is dis dude wen to private skool n took thug classes//
if ya’ll don’t get my disses then you must be slow like molasses//
and if you do hit me/ then I guarantee that you going down wit me//
I tell haters that if they really want it then they can come and git me//
bar after bar/ you gonna leave this wit no less then a scar//
and before I’m done the whole fucking site is gonna call me a tsar//
fuck you/ fuck your crew/ fuck ya ma and the man who/ screw/ wit her//
stay home dawg cause mama gonna wonder y u ain’t wit your babysitter//
I’m quick man/ the flow it like quick sand/ but it ain’t no kitty litter//
I’m only half way done/ and you lost your son/ and empty gun//
so the only smart thing that you can do is run//
what I’m doing in 45 lines I could da got it done in ten//
I wanna kill you but I’m just another one of them many men//
see my debut was your death date/ and you ain’t gonna be late//
I’m amuned to it cause I no that cats just love to hate//
keep doing it and you gonna be in rehab like mary-kate//
I’ll take on ne rapper I ain’t fickle/if u accept then u in a pickle//
I’m CCCP, bring it to you wit that hammer and sickle//
I been doing bricks and kilos and this pussy couldn’t handle a nickel//
you pathetic/ not athletic/ cause this dawg is too fat to play any sports//
I don’t give a shit you can call me bart cuz you can eat my shorts//
if you new the kid than you could dis me cause I’m short//
but when I’m having problem I keep going and snort//
unlike you, you wear a bra for support//
dawg spot fronting your tit can’t be called pecks//
this dude had to go look for a suit in spandex//