**vendetta....vendetta....vendetta........ur dead........yo...yo...yo**


i'm gettin I.L.L.matic wit dis faggot/ur lyrics attract maggots/
ur flows are dramatic i gotta verbally bag it/u bout had it/
spittin spiratic rap tactics/splittin ya wig nigga i dun cracked it

challengin me vendetta challengin my flock/hit ya wit my oral
rock and rock ur block/clean ur clock/shootin hollow tips
wit my automatic glock/this is I.L.L.'s battleroom and we got
it on lock

do i gotta diss ur peeps/diss about ur fetish wit feet/diss about
u and Nuttsoxx talkin bout 'yall goin to sleep'/yall was on the
creep whisperin hit Control Alt Delete/went to the Doc. for ur
throat he said damn thats deep/defeatin yall isn't a challenge
its not even a feat

we might be textin' but I'll still beat u 'out loud'
slap a 'strait advisory' sticker on ur lyrics cause faggots
shouldn't be allowed/neither should be pluckin ur eyebrows/
or sodomizing diseased 'mad cows'/i'm takin a step to the
stage and i'm takin my two bows

**bitch made nigga**

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