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all you fuckin retards be challengin me to fuckin battle's all the time//
The chance's of you spittin a good rhyme is like the chances of Britany commiting a crime//
Theres only one way you can take a line! Through your nose to fuck up your spine//
My battling aspects are live, like when your husband asked you to be his bride//
You fuckin FAG wearin' dresses and susspenders on your thighs//

Aight time for you to be placed under ground, as my flow delivers blows pound for pound//
I'm like a semi automatic spittin faster than the speed of sound//
If you need help with your life BITCH then just come around//
i'd gladly put a rope round yer neck an beat yer ass to tha ground//
you'll be left with your hands bound, face down in a lake until you've drowned//

a 20 line verse from me is easier than eatin a meal if your Big Punisher//
the more you rap you get more cheesier you'll be gone so quick it'll be like a fuckin breeze in here//
I'm up in the drivin seat an about to steer, slippin up the sidewalks knockin down queers//
i'm the one everyone fears, so shut tha fuck up before i total you like a 40ounce of beer//

i'm a muthafuckin bitch slugger, you aint a dude your a bitch brother//
in the rap game im the ultimate lover, performin like a miracle without a rubber//
i'm unprotected so i dont st st st stutter, i'll spread you out like butter//
Not another word just don't utter, you'll get blocked out like a window shutter//


Uppin