LyricalMa$tamind aint a missfit, Hes taken you down so feel the bliss bitch
I Hit kids? Readers couldn't feel ya presence... if it was christmas.
Sit pissed, I couldnt give a shit about this son's tomb... but really
Ya oppose illy.. Youll beat me once in a blue moon.. The pup's silly.
Think ya dope kiddie? u think u can really spit, bitch I doubt that
So go back to a fag bitch............. This time leave ya ass packed.
I got somethin to tac' em... He thinks he tossin bombs? I'll bat em
Shut up now child, Cuz I'm the cat to throw a fuckin meteor atom.
Watch me bag one.... I'll bash your head in & leave ya mind read
So feel dead, wit ya faggot ass name... I repeat: ENOUGH SAID.
Quit bitchin dawg... Yeah you got alotta hope, but the pig just slacks
When we see shit emerge babblin bout dope... we know Mahatma Ghand iz wack.
Just a fag, nothin special to the MOST, He gonna just diss...... Grace
But im the true artist.. I carve shit, and paint the walls.. wit his face
As I soar through my thesaurus, encyclopedia,
and dictionary
Im sketching up this verse, as if were
playing pictionary
This isn’t scary, Im battling a Semitic
individual
Motherfucker couldn’t win, if he performed it in his
ritual
Mahatma Ghand, I said Shut Up, Noob Pleasures on Getting Merked
Trainin at Ballys for this Battle, Complainin of
Bein Overworked
U jus dont undastand wen u stepped
2 me
i didnt even need all deez lines i cud've won dis battle
in three

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