Fa you,I dont need a nine cause my mac ten piece good
On a mic,you'll get lyrically cracked,call me da rap Glenn Eastwood
Ill stuff yo rhymes all in yo socks while you-all in some cocks-
usin a telephone is da only way yo bitch ass-callin da shots-
Im next ta be da best emcee,you aint even next at me
you'll get ko'ed so fast,you'll be seein black and white like shirts on a referee
Fuck a dumbass battle,Im-choosin ta beef on ya-
cause yo punches'll miss terribly like Shaq-shootin a three pointer-
Ima beast lik Priest Holmes,you keep spittin dem weak poems
Ima wreck you and straight disconnect you like cheap phones
On a mic,you couldnt earn a cent like learnin shit in a tournament
Ill burn ya quick cause yo wackness is like a tattoo,its permanent
I spit hot fire,da shit dat'll put you-in-a-boil
so hot,da only way you protected is if ya wrapped in aluminum foil
It seems like every wack line ya heard,Kesse,dis boy owns dat
and you battlin me,you'll see more ko's than Roy Jones got

Young Mix

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