fuck it....

ILLRoyalty, I'll totally, kill socially.//
in-public, fuck private, I'm tryin' for the KO.//
your dim punches ain't nothin' but fake words.//
you take nouns verbs and adjectives and subject them to torture.//
need to force-yer shit to rhyme, while mine flow's like New York crime.//
it's constant!... can't stop this from eruptin'.//
like hydro ponics, my bars'll fuck you up worse than my punches.//
their harder hittin', I'm smarter too, for instance...//
this bitch said; and I quote "I would fuck your shit up"..//
bitch ask anybody on this site.. you wont.//
what you must of meant to say is you gettin' your shit pushed back.//
'cause we all know this fag takes it in his ass.//
he's the prison slut, a soap jockey, playin' cock hockey.//
this isn't shit talkin' this is freedom of speech.//
to say the least, this rookie don't got a chance at beating me.//
or even advance in this industry, nigga, u pro'lly ain't even seen tha streets.//
rhymin' 'bout guns and shit, yea I peeped ya spit.//
I honestly wish I didn't, It sucked more than my bitch when she's on my dick kid.//
you fuckin' gifted, I never seen anybody rhyme like that and still be proud they did it.//
If I was you I'd hang my head in shame, and leave the game with a shread of dignity.//
but hey, after this battle you wont have any left anyway.//
you sure you really want to be my enemy.//

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