(13th Disciple dedicates this to Pestilence)...

scannin' the fronts 13th Disciples logo pops up
acceptin battle calls hataz milkin' my freestyles like a newbie pup
sip out my lyrical cup/Mcrazed and Pestilence bending over
Mcrazed and Pestilence illmatically fucked

married to my rhymes committin' verbal adultery
lyrically rapin ya constantly/have ya screamin' like
Pestilence, "damn it ya killin' me!"

you got twenty one posts divide it into my two hundred
twenty five/thats eleven lines remainin' till you be
delivered dead or alive

Mcrazed eleven hundred wont you drop it to one
cause you the only one/dick rydin yourself till
you spontaneously cum/cocked my lyrical gun/
shoulda scanned my other battles realizin' this
battles already's been won/no returnin' from this
verbal abuse you ain't the prodical son

five more lines to spit cause i always keep my word/
you realizin' my lyrics are more powerful than any two
edged sword/so i spiratically decapitate ya leave ya
body decanyin like termites in a board/13th Disciple
looks to the heavens ascends back to the Lord/peace

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Blessed wit Skillz