Aight, it's a be happening somethin like this here below on this nigga

J Dot boy, didn't ya mama tell ya not to talk to strangers/
See, this type of thing will put you in all kinds of danger//1
Mess wit tha real 'J', J-Rin'll put ya life to a real quick end/
Cause 'J' will spot you then 'Dot' ya eye, son, ya won't win//2
I'll grab up ya barz an' beat ya wit 'em, except they break/
Like you they frail an' your fake, remake ya rhymes on a take//3
Go ahead an' live this beatin,'livin' it live' like that on street-in/
You ain't got no heat heatin', boy, ya rapcareer death ya meetin'//4
Kid, ya suck harder than a Dirt Devil, ya ain't even on my level/
Ya can't even tip tha scale, hell, ya needa elevate, get a shovel//5
Like we playin' ball I go for a home run an' get me a grand slam/
So I run it all while you go for a single run an' strike out, damn//6
Kid, ya goin'a be lucky to come out of this battle scared an' bruised/
Ya goin' past tha ER an ICU wit ya old bitten lyrics that are re-used//7
Time an' time again, I've shitten shit better than what ya spittin/
Ill-defentily ya ain't ill even while vets are bitten, your wakly written//8
Tell me, really, if ya was tha shit wouldn't ya have a real deal/
Not battlin' an ameuter thats killin' you, watchin' blood spill, fo' real//9
That's enough for ya, I didn't 'Dot' ya, i dropped ya whole career/
So i'm tha new nigga to fear in here, take that shit in ya ear an hear//10

now nigga, your turn

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~J-Rin~
~WestSide~
~Shertown~
~MCIII~