Come one playa,dont battle me,why post ya verse,ya shouldn't of dropped son//
U gotta be Tracy McGrady caught on fire,than ya really be a hot one//
U be stealin heads of lettuce and play football wit it,so ya could have ya salad tossed//
I'll cut ya brain up and give it to animals,now ya really shared ya thoughts//
Hot wanted high chances,so he made monopoly yellow cards into a kite//
Like throwin eye-balls into a tree,hot one should just leaf(leave)the sight(site)//
This nigga put a Harry Poter book on someones brain,just so he could read minds//
Like an arcade in a parkin lot,Hot One is comin at me wit his played lines//
Ya just made a death wish by accpectin my call-out,so prepare to die//
Hot one can say he got back-up,cuz i threw his spine to the sky//
Here I am...battlin Hot ONe and I am layin his weak ass rhymes to rest//
Only time ya speakin from the heart,is if i threw ya mouth into ya chest//

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