lets go.......no doubt
these niggas dont want it
they 2 soft they aint ready
check it

the existance of ya whole crew is useless ya'll irrelevant
tha flow is heaven sent some say it's even intelligent
tha rhymes is crazy call it flung fury yall some bitches
aiyo fuck this hung jury i'll leave all of 'em in stitches
little snitches; stay in tha place of a child fuckin adolesence
sayin prayers hopin we dont murda u nigga count ya blessings
half ya crew sounds white they bite.....fuckin net dorks
i'm sayin this shit 4 tha south nigga......FUCK NEW YORK!
fuck tha jury fuck tha judge nigga fuck tha district
matta fact if u don't feel me fuck whoeva's listenin
convert these niggaz at birth like they christians
like J Gutta u only wanna battle cuz u feelin Cataclysm
come off ya high horse mothafucka u truly aint a vet
think u harcore nigga u aint even got ya lil nuts wet
u niggas u tha best i'll win no contest dis a gut check
this is a easy victory like a brawl between red n ruffnecks
I spit flame u cant contain my punches and metas
u sweet like 16 nigga my flows turn ya body vanilla
creating names under false pretences u far from smart
u ignorrant, inarticulate ya brains is fillin for pop tarts
i'm a mastermind wit a disaster mind suicidal at best
* leaves tha crowd 2 throw drinks on u like Ron Artest*

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do i need a fuckin sig?