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aight look, you say your the specialist but you nuttin but a fake ass bitch//
you'll be slumped on the floor shakin an shit, after I break yo neck with bare fists//
Leavin you with a twitch as I walk away to my crip with a Gangsta twist//
Your easier to shut down than when i turn off the mic by the switch//
You have some nerve sayin you gonna beat me BITCH....

You sayin you HOT and you sayin you blazzed my nigga scorch//
but i bet the fire from you couldnt beat the heat from a torch//
your probably ridin dicks faster than i'm speedin in my Porsch//

I saw you standin with flex's dick in your hand, jackin him off//
yeh i'm rippin into you with my lines but these rhymes are soft//
well compared to wot i could do you, but you've already lost//
You aint gonna win anything if you keep pretending you tha boss//
I'll nail your ass up like that nigga Jesus on the cross//

I'll sacrafice you coz you have no place in this life//
in fact i'll do it with the handle from my jungle knife//
you walk away all sliced if you survive i'll just stab you twice//

I come out with dispicable rhymes coz i just dont give a fuck//
Actually i dont give a fuck if i win this battle or not but look//
theres a hole in your vest Oh its from when i ripped you heart out your chest//
I crushed it in your face so you watched it die, I'll BLAZE you till you fuckin fry//