Ayo...

I'm comin wid a sweeping hand of shadowy fire, taking everything you desire with a quick flick of a guitar wire//1
I admire your confidence but your skills are far too petty, my punches are quick cuttin and sharp like a machette//2
Steady punches feedin knuckles for lunches and puttin your parents panies in bunches all because your dreams gave you hunches//3
You'll be standin with crutches cuz you cant touch this emcee, luck wont get you anywhere but my skill got me doin commercials for pepsi//4
How you gonna get a gurl if your only ride lies on a bus pass, and you use a disguise to hide your nose mass with a fake mustache//5
Lets see, if you were to die suddenly right now with bubbling eyes, would anyone relize that this kid was slow to rise like gay guys watchin porn with women bi's//6
Your style stays sleepin as mine is energized with cafeine, i feel suspended in midair because i'm comatosed from laughing//7
I have a fourty-five, triple grenade launcher, and a glock pistol, while your punk ass is still playin wid dart guns and a toy whistle//8
This your final dismissal you cant break what is harder then a crystal, i'm an official havin tha power to claim war and fire missles//9
Having my airforce and navy commanders take my commandments, no matter how hard you plee dizzy's hand still hits//10
Smuthering you till you crush like ritz crackers and takin your family's life with suicidal missions of back packers, and doin a 9/11 on your town wid space shuttle jackers//11

dont remember tha bar limit but thats all i'm doin.
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