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I apologize for wasting space, I just want to make things clear/
I'm homophobic...so it's naturally safer for me down here/

It's obvious it's me who you fear, trying to beat me is firm in his hopes/
Sorry "Gone"...but hugging heroin needles won't get you closer to dope/

"bustin guts", but aint nuttin funny, ima kill this dummy/
My flow so "tight" givin zip~lock a run’fo they money/

You couldn’t win a battle if my verse was 2 lines/
I Already Beat u in this battle, and I’m about to make it 2 times/

Theoretically, you shoulda easily won this battle. No need for assurance/
But I bend the laws of nature. Next time, consider lyrical insurance/

I'll Hault Ya Keystyles, Meanwhile Rip Ya In Three Styles/
Punch You're Vocabulary Til' Ya gotta make a table full of trials /

I Imploded Gentics Jestly, Ta Contests Making Vests Flee/
Injest Thee, Cuz Dog Like "Pop Quiz" For "Retards" you Just "cant" "Test Me"!/


Rippin you in sections, you aint "Bizzy' but I heard you "BONE" Thugs in Harmony"/
ya gettin "druged" out this battle quicker than "bankrupt pharmacies"/

damn accepten this battle, you're just asking for trouble/
shyt, 1 reached for great expectations and ended up pulling a muscle/