Damn son, u wack, u shoulda been a no show//
i thought u was ill, until i seen you actually flow oh//
(Sike u kno im not that wack....lol)




I told you dawg you'll get merked by the Omega-pro-gram//
youz just a No-Man, wit broken wrist tryin to throw-handz//
i Overstand this Bitch, he spittin novice lyrics-out from lipse lips//
the only time this kid win battles is when he stealin the VETS shit//
i'all SMACK u with direct hits, until your chest gives- into the hands of this sick terrosist//
you wasnt prepare for this, like a pop-quiz on your hidden-sexual-prefence kid//
i gotta a better script, while you just suck veteran dick to PROVE you got a better SPIT//

(Blah)
You below the shit of worms that eat dirt, u wouldnt b ILL if u was the only one birth on this earth//

*Blah*
This kid need at least a two wins to be consider-BELOW-average//
knowlege-is-power, that explains your lack of educational talent//
why the hell you written a 2pac essay for// (his shit long as hell)
we all know u want 2pac thugs lovin, you dont need to stress it any-more//
i would say i think high of you but you custome to the level of the floor//
iall give you win, if you take your keyboard back to the store//....Blah im tired thats my excuse n im stickin to it



good luck....alpha ova n out

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