when it comes to beating my verse, ur fucked, cuz I rule...
u'll be having more trouble with name's, than teachers on the first month of skool
ur truly the gayest, what? battling me was quite courageous, but...
i'ma leave that win column stuck on 69.. like u were afraid to fuck
and when the clips up to ya brain, dang... shit'll be fuckin insane
leave u on the concrete, eyes shut & wig pushed back like the chick under ya name
and once i've laid ur back to the street I'll put the gat to ya teeth
when voters are asked who won: "ohh, no"...ur exact reaction to battling me
i'll welt and break this helpless fake, punches r destined to belt ya face
..u'll be the first O for me to Rob & Parish-- since the late Celtic great
i'm not hatin, u cannot win. i'ma beat that brain til ur barely rememberin
shit, cops prob gon have me spendin the rest of my life in the tent, like i was Native American
ur too wack to be GASSED... but it's ironic, and tends me as strange...
ur RV record bout to reppin' 2-1, might as well put Soma at the end of ya name

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