Kid u Gon Get Ripped-appart, is it all Clear like Crystal-Right?//
Never mind Kid so Retarted He Couldn't Tell da Difference Between his Left-n-Right,
Yet still he Think he gon be da Winner on this//
Da winners name Starts with a Y an Ends with a C on this Spit,
Give it up kid an i Don't mean it in a Wrong Way so don't Get it Twisted like a Rain-Bow//
I Spit so Much in All Different Directions might as well Call him my "Stained-Hoe",
Let Go u Ain't gonna Win, Truly u Ain't number 1//
50 dat's your Number or Should i Say Number 101,
Still u can't see this kid a fake,Like a Golden Tooth in a Mouth Placed//
See as I Replace his Rhymes like Cavities waitin to be Filled-up With Feelings(Fillings)...Did i Hurt em Yet?

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