yo yo yo . . . chicka chicka . . . y'all know the deal . . .





Dark's wack ass aimlessly spits at random targets like fountain spew/
I got her screaming Code Red when I swallow her wack verse like Mountain Dew//
I feel sorry for Dark, her verses are all lies . . . I burn fables/
It's pretty sad when someone's only good record is on their turntable//
Theres a positive side of Dark other then her AIDS test . . . let it be said . . ./
When I first met her she blew me away . . . that's right . . . she gives great head//
Heavyweight, I'm forever like Wu-tang, so you better Protect ya Neck/
I'll broadcast my skill like MTV . . . and merk Dark with the Direct Effect//
You get shook like rattles and rode on like I'm the master of saddles/
Dark used to be skinny . . . but shes just dead-weight after this battle//
I got you bound to my scriptures, like when you swear on the bible/
I'll crack the back of this wannabe star and leave this American idle//
I find it Mystikal how when it comes to your wackness there's No Limit//
I'll admit, Dark's pretty well rounded . . . except when she's showing tits/
I leave heads buzzing like gnats while you bite like mosquitoes, you nuisance/
Gave her a penny for each of her punches just to let her put in her 2 cents//






*swallows mic*

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04