aight whats up, you a bitch or a pup, you wanna battle me your lucky i dont beat you up,

i spit death to you from above cuz i have no conscience, i have no love, cuz yo rap stinks

i could break you in two like a wrecking crew, while im playin wit ya brain, and makin ya face turn blue,

i guide my lyrics like heat seeking rockets, i make poser mcs eyes fall from thier sockets,

i spit tragical words, i smoke magical herbs, im knockin out mc's with pronouns and adverbs,

my style is is mean and gritty, while your spit is all clean yet shitty, while you feel shame, i feel pitty

im a verbal assasin, ill turn you into mince meat, your no one special, just another mc ta beat,

my rap style is unique and complicated, you spit pg, my rhymes are R rated,

its time i finish you, cuz i need ta feed, ill bite ya adams apple, and watch ya bleed,

you stand up tuff, cuz you think your lyrics are neat, fuck makin you dance kid im puttin holes in ya feet,

now time ta finish you, cuz your not exceeding, id rather see you in pain or atleast bleeding,

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