iight,
to tell you da truth callengah,"you sonnin'"/
and you know sonnin', i hate battling, but i luv shitten on those famous for fronten/
mental dead in da mist of hate/ so there-for ya metaphorz are like Oprah..outta phukin' shape/
a kid wit no education challengin' a mentor, imagine tha audacity/
come on now, ill mental vs da likez of insignificant dence mind compasity/
battle me, no..truthfully, what are you askin' me/
i aint start phukin' wit you, you started phukin' wit me/thatz why i'm rippin' apart another phukin' emcee/
gay crab cake, itz all over ya face "you was never ill, you never had skill, as a matter of fact you tried da battle me for da attention and da seek of da thrill"/
my sickness iz full blown, while you couldn't spit da distentz on a cell phone/
parden myself determination, but i know you never expected to come sickah then this/
thatz just say you a male, so tha only way you beatten this one, iz if you were beatin' ya dick/
you spit like ya style more astoundin'/ you smile now, but after we battle "you gonna walk away frown'in"/
da strongest line you could ever spit,"iz ~Ãlmighty Ï££mên~"/
for actin' as if you were ill, i should beat da shit outta you til da particular area that was beat upon, lose feelin'......
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