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check it....

couldnt spit an ill verse if ya thought u were feelin-hot, cant drop dope shit even if you was on the streets dealin-pot//
u will have no hope against the lyrical-master, after im done wit u they'll call it a physical-disaster//
ill put my silencer on my sniper and kill ya quietley but violently, ill put in catostrophic misery and make u walk silently//
you typin-big so they think you wrote a lot, bite-n-dig off a verse is the only way ya drop it hot//
my dick wit out an erection is bigger than ya illest rhymes, ill investigate the see section and you'll have to pay the realist fines//

im out

lets get some votes in here