aiight, here i go

i dont need to go personal on you,im bluntly Shootin down ya Confidence/
I'd would say yous Wack!! But i know and the board does, that im statin the Obvious/
This cat wouldnt Spit Ill on tha Mic if he had Anthrax Infested Microphone Cords/
You say yous a real MC, but all i see is some Little Bitch Text pieces posted on Internet Boards/
Continually strikin with the right and left that'll take away ya life and death/
I'll tear ya lungs from you chest and toss em to ya like Catch ya breath/
No big words hear, i spit my shit real and hott so you can understand me Crystal Clear/
Im treatin this Bitch fire squad like a SchoolYard friend, watch me make him Disapear/(Dis-A-Peer)
You couldn't Come(Cum) Hard if you Jacked-Off on a pair of Shined-Knives/
In this battle, you dont know whats Happenin' like wathing Blinds-Fight/
Yous a Hustla? The only time i see you on the Street, is when you playin in the Park/
Wit this battle you dont know what you got Into, like gettin Dressed in the Dark/
You far from dope when i remove ya elbows knees and shoulders so ya jointless/
ya battlin me is like Sex with a geometric curved pussy" its "fuckin pointless/

holla
deushy


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