as I enter this battle equipped like war with iraq/my mission to eat up your rhymes expose that your style is wack/time to pull out the aluminum bat on your back/camoflauge it be best you stay hidden your lyrics should be forbidden you gotta be kiddin' go back to the kitchen n' take another shot of ridilin stop diddilin'/on your notepad contemplatin' new rhymes/i notice you're the fat kid on the basketball team ridin' pine/no time to get in the game/i've been in the game/you asked for my name/peep your birth certificate in a way we about the same/you can call me daddy but i prefer disciple/heres my rifle/cause shots ringin' out from my lyrical bible/never said i was God the alpha and omega/but comparin' these lyrics i'm a little bit betta/i'm velveeta you're chedda' you would neva/decide where my fate rests son/remember this i brought you in this world and I just took you out dun/i hear Nelly in the background sayin' "I am number one"

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