X, You winnings a definite no, I'm who the thousands adore..
You clap guns but only hit me with a round of applause..
Yu think you'd stomach another when ya losin ya record..
I'd burn you an eat yu, that's how I'm fuellin my effort..
I’ve got this cat shook, like skinheads stuck in Freaknik-traffic..
Gettin beat’s-His-habit, he’s slippin like I greased-this-bastard..
You're laid out on the floor, I turned yu atheist wit this..
You rhyme like me wit your girl.... great wit the misses..
Your skills are lesser-than-Paul-Barman’s, I think you’ll lose-the-bout..
I mean you threw Raekwon off the stage, when I said “Wu-the-Crowd!''..
Look, no-one’s diggin this pussy, like striking lesbian-porn-stars..
X why you ^actin up^, like giving small thespian’s-tall-parts?..
Go figure how to compare, g'luck at matching this drop..
I'm winning this shit hands-down..... like a pacifist cop..

Go home Rookie!..

Peace
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