I'm battlin this bitch scortch....who's named for his breath/
I heard he made out with his dame and burned out her chest/
But that's only half the mess, rhymin against a ho from Buffalo/
This freestylin shit ain't for babies...didn't you know amigo?/
So I'll contigo...that means continue in Spanish/
When I get done with you dogg, I'll make me a scortch sandwich/
But don't try to spit with me, you'll only be droolin/
If you think you can beat me, you're the only one you're foolin/
Your rhymes flow like rapids from the Congo River/
Washed up and thrown around...you're a carless pizza boy...you can't deliver/

And this is how I'ma end me rhyme, just lettin you know you can't halt me/
I'ma stay tru, unlike you, foreva I'm a Saltine/



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