My rhymes will this nigga take a retarted flinch/
Let me be the "killa" and you be the " B" + a itch/
He's a ugly nigga, he could never geet brains, son/
His parents were so scared they hired someone else to put him up for adoption/
And on the bus he tried to mack to this chick/
she got scared and had the same look as his/
Hes a stupid motherfucker,his rhymes ain't serious/
after im done battlin him he'll be in a hospital delirious/
I may not be "DJ Clue" but im sure a "Proffesional"/
and its gonna take "2" lifetimes to bring you rhymes "Back to Life"/(DJ Clue:The Proffessional 2- 2nd song Back to life 2001)
Ima make him pull a Ma$e when im done/
so don't worry if you see him in a Church teaching about God's Son/
Heres what you need to make ya see/
Get a famous bitch to sing a hook with a nice beat/
and thaz all you need to make a Platinum cd/
Killa would do that but nobody would still get his cd/
so next he would pull a "Ja Rule"/
I battled him so hard he began to "Cry"/
i won't blow his spot up so lets keep it "between me and you"/
Hey junior, your whole career's at stake/
i got words that make a white lawyer do the "Harlem Shake"/
I could turn a lesbo chick back to straight/
people hail me as skiddlezz tha great/
I could do wonders but your an exception/
Your so retarted your rhymes won't evaporate but they will go thru condensation/

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!