(yawns….) aight lets do this shyt….
Mic chek…

Ayo, “MysticMastermind” lookin for a battle well I’m ‘Down-To-Please’//
Cuz I get ‘Sick’ with the ‘Beef’ like ‘Mad-Cow-Disease’//
These ‘Slack-Jaw’ contenders ‘Droolin’ over these Quotable-‘Bites’//
Hopin in the end, their ‘Ass-Whoopin’ will be a Notable-Fight//
At least ya ‘Torched’ crew will “Fall in a Blaze of Glory,”//
Too bad! it’s for the wrong reason, you makin the “Front Page Story”//
I’ll “Verbally” smack this ‘Rap-Cat’, and Flip his ‘Script’ like a ‘Flap-Jack’//
I’ll shatter every single one of your lines, like you ‘Bit’ from a ‘Cracked-Chat’//
I’ma print our Battle off "Cuz you Spitted" it’ll be known as ‘Wack-Paper’//
The only "Originality" that you got, is that you ‘Lack-Flavor’//
When ya step to O.G., he then proceeds to de-feet-‘You’(defeat)//
Even with the played lines you spit, kats’ll STILL say “He-Beat-You!”//
From this battle none of ya crew’s ‘Left-Over,’ there’s no need to “Re-Heat-You”//
Come to my house TWICE? I’ll be GLAD to RE-Treat-You//(halloween)

(cracks knuckles..) lemme finish you..

I ‘Must-Confess’, the hell with “What-you-Rep!”//
A ‘Solo Effort's’ not enough, just too much for you to “Touch-the-Best”//
Rush-the-Set, Rock-the-Stage, Not-for-Fame//
BIAAATCH, you've ghosted for too long, even “OZZIE” ‘Forgot-ya-Name’//
I see the ‘Bitch In Ya Traits’, cuz you ‘Fit-In-Wit-Gays’//
The only reason why your ill is cuz “Elton John” is ‘Sick-with-the-Aids’//
You da ‘Type-ta'-Whine’, might as well quit ‘Writing-Rhymes’//
You wack, even ya “HYPE”-man wouldnt ‘Recite-ya-Lines’//
Ive got a ‘Gripe-this-Time’, you a ‘fucking-vet?!’//
Bitch Please!, sportin the “Jordan Brand” still couldnt get you 'MUCH-RESPECT'//
Got-more-Game than “Ray-Allen” while you ‘Stay-Challenged’//
Cuz the Emceeing Committee dont accept ‘Gay-Talent’//


bowdown MISTA, ya just been scarred….

dIRTY dIRTY…..

pZ wHoDiE

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