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career statistics is nothin, have this kid re-tire quicka than tha Michelin man (1)
lines fo simpled minded,you couldn't spit a line of fire if u was stationed over in Afganistan (2)
i ain't talkin about basketball but this kid stay takin rim~shots(3)
willin to bet you handle more joysticks than gamecubes and Xbox(4)
rewind the lines in my verse~spit my verse and you cursed(5)
so you winnin this battle is all make-up like we dissected a purse(6)
end up actin a jerk, i leave you listenin to birds that chirp(7)
wit a mic i'll leave you dead in tha studio like ROC's Dirt McGirta(8)
picture this picture i pitcha, make sho you holdin ya flash(9)
after i win i'll show you were you messed up like the ghost of Christmas past(10)
actin like you actually could win~a stick to tha script(11)
Since itz close to christmas i got spirit so i'll wrap this battle up quick(12)
Ayo i get to penetratin ya loss column like grandmas panties(13)
I'll leave u fucked up like Elmer Fudd did bambi's family(14)
Letz recount tha odds of you beaten Truth~there A.R'n't M.A.N.I(15)
Be fo real, with cha album sales you couldn't break change fo pennies(16)
dislexic reader than i letchu interpret i commit REDRUM on trax(17)
read that back and kidz a start ta realize that tha truth is back(18)