here we go g, so you better step back,
I'm teifin all your gizmos from the radio shack/
I drop bombs like you were baghdad, cuz you're an outkast,
this is what your end is like, feel like Everlast?/
the only ones givin you props are the people on your team,
other wise you'd start runnin, like the Iraqi regime/
you talk big like Jim Carrey, cuz you're a liar liar,
every time your nose grows, I set your pants on fire/
I disappear into the street, a ninja turtle down a manhole,
we all know you copy verses from the Family Channel/
your defeat of me, I guess it's just a dream,
your flow's so outta wack it'd make a deaf man scream/
you try to Fly By Night, but you can't Rush this,
I'm the MC sledge hamma, and you can't touch this/

wow, that felt wack
your turn

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