a o this bitch i think he goin for dat two tone look!(hmmmm??) he Hyptnotized by my Linez, like he readin a book/
ask em when i drop this verse ima leave fames whole hometown shook/
u would think this guys white when u look at his money wit Just one look/
u think u one of the best MC's/
bitch please ur the bestdickrider who Belongs on his bitch knees/
Get ready this bitch will prolly say... Fame-Thats why clova better u gay! U a biter u a stealer to!/
by the way i dont no wat fame iz but he's on ransums dick and kissin his shoe/
fuck u bitch u lil fuckin baby go cry wit ur rattle/
ill leave this bitch Rattled, wit no talent to go further/
he rolles in a pack called 300 Jus Garbage! like he cattle and is owned by his fuckin farmer (Ransum)/
bitch ur fuckin whack accept this Text battle/
whack ass pussy rapper prolly live in seattle/
bitch go ahead and start Dissin/
phone call to his mom best dickryders is missin/
fuck Fame iz'nt talkin bout gunplay, but he know it aint true its like michael jordan he got jayed/
ur Whack u prolly cant even Fight/
ur not black lol ur true color is midnight/
but its alright by the looks of ur Palms/
i think u mite be White/
ya moms was sleepin wit a white guy uhhh ohhh! she didnt wanna tell u! she thought u would be a lil bitch and cry/
Dont u think if u was black then u wouldnt have money for the bank/
so she said put ur hands against the wall and she started to paint/
for goodness sake this guy cant spit/
The only reason if u even when is cuz u got dickryders on ur dick and shit/
so dont come at me wit ur fake rhymes how u supposedly empty clips and let tips fly/
cuz i dont ablie to ur lies/ and ur fake ass Rhymes/
all those arguments u shoulda lost but u kept on sendin wit dick rydin lines/
A can u help me? I think im gunna lose Against this Hood nigga Fly-E/
bitch u like an alarm clock that never shuts the fuck up bout time someone murk ur ass ima Press snooze/
like i said if u ask 4 votes in this battle ur a fuckin bitch/ go ahead and try to get me to Lose u lil snitch/
Im A Spiteful reaper, Da Imagery Dat'll put fame iz way Fuckin deeper/
Flows Bangin Like'a Fuckin lethal seeker/
An Leave You Ripped on propper/ I'll "Rob Ya Trainers" "Take Away Ya Soul" Like The Devils offer!!/
Fame?! So Many Failures From Crews & failed Fakers The Hammer Hit The nail sent to u in the baker/!
Im the King of slayers, Who Brings Down Makers!/
Watch Me "Touch The Music" Like iPOD Player's!!/
The knife Hit The Stan/ & Put Ya Crew in a black herse/ When It Took TWO hundred stiches cuz ur fuckin verse was the worste/
Destroy Ya 'Manhood' You'll die & Converse../ "Make Ya Bitch Happy" Like Them Viagra adverts!!/
Fly-E A Breed That Trail-Recks Hunting A Snailed rep, You Slow On The Winning Like cars in failed-recks/
I Dont Hail techs.. Fly Rather Snap Ya frail neck, Make My "Bars Rape You" Like U in jail havin sex/


There i dumbed it down a bit i didnt capatalize my shit so u could supposably understand it! lmmfao!

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