1 N Gone's run and gone again,
with his tale between his legs and I'm on again,
I went to read his bio, he's talkin' about savin' the world,
while I'm shavin' his girls beaver, hopin' he don't waste his referrals neither,
cuz here he goes again uppin' for votes
while I'm gettin' high and up in the smoke, spendin' chips, and fuckin' in boats,
leavin' my lyrics stuck in the throat,
of this faggot ass fuckin' wanna be me,
ya battle on the net, but in front of me you're a nothin' G,
nada, don't even bother, cryin' "no mas" bitch ya better holla,
louder than ja rule, while I do what I do,
and just let me remind you,
next time don't spit this written shit,
I'm gettin' sick of it ya fuckin' knit wit,
dam you don't know when to quit.

A word of advice fo ya playa: "Ya better bring more than 1 N Gone, or ya might just live up to ya name kid. And dam, quit spittin' written, scripted shit. This is textual freestyle. If ya can't fuck with that then ya best take ya ass."

"Also, ya broke the rules kid. This battle was only supposed to be 10 to 15 lines. Refer to the rules at the top and you might find this information. You didn't follow the rules, and you still won't win. It sucks to be you, doesn't it."

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I'm a disaster waitin' to happen ya seen, but I'd rather be masterbatin' to a magazine.