choose-to-battle me and I'll bruise-ya-badly,
and confuse-ya-ass like askin' a bastard child who's-ya-daddy?//
you done once my fluid style-starts-to- drip-drop, while ya rhymes stink like Al-Sharpton's-flip-flops//
I can't be touched like I'm an intangible-rapper~
while ya rantin'-and-rappin' is less damagin' than attackin' wit
animal-crackers//
u in action is disturbin' like marylin manson and hanson dancin'-and-rappin'//
u stupid ass bitch, thinkin u could beat me would be enhancin'-ya-status// -5
you suck too much, so u blew any chance-to-get-at-this//
takin' advantage of ME is like Al pacino managin' to make-it
to-anger-management// -7
try to damage this? save it, they find it flagrant-tha-way-i-handle-kids//
hey Kid ya best ta anti up~
cuz incase u ain't notice yet, that kid T-he-can't-be-touched...//-9
damn u cock-smacker, I'll throw rocks-at-cha and leave-u- stoned //
lyricz will mess you up and leave ya whole cerabral-blown...
if you was carryin' ya dick you still couldn't hold-ya-own//-11
you make as much sense as callin' collect on a mobil phone....
A2Z...this is gonna hurt me more-than-it-hurts-you//
got you wantin' to go home like lookin' forward-to-curfew//-13
stop-it-please, I'll knock-ya-knees wit a bottle of hot-fabreeze..
and leave you confused like someone crossin' I's and dottin-T's
you couldn't unlock your writers block wit a box-of-keys
wouldn't be rough if u was ridin' wit DMX, tha LOX-and-Eve//-14

I'm done spit....

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