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Matched me wit this kid, verses might be punchin straight through his wig/
travel through ribs, hit his pelvis and "leave em dickless" like the "monster in his sig"/
The South is straight runnin shit now and dogg I'm from Arkansas/
Ruthless claimin he's "number 1", get left "topless" like his mom at "Mardi Gras"/
Hardly saw ya skills, but now you steppin up to this nose squasher/
Knowin Fatal Actions stay "producin clean shit" like a "clothes washer"/
Flows hotter than hell, post and get burnt cause I show no pity/
I'm takin the "number 1" wit "magic" like "Tracy McGrady did Penny"/
Wanna have skills and envy step up to Fatal Actions and you'll leave soared/
I'll stump Ruthless's face wit some "cleats" till he look like a "keyboard"/
please boy I can tell you scared, changin subjects when a battles dared/
Told Ruthless to "elevate our beef", this bitch "threw a steak in the air"/
He couldn't "write wit perfection" if he typed all his verses in "word perfect"/
Only time he "sees gold" when he "cop a feel(copperfield)" off Fatal the Merlin/
A loss is certain, know my verses pack punches hard enuff to buckle ya knees/
NOw Ruthless couldn't "make a STAN", if he created a "country in the Middle East"/
Hangin wit Fatal? Bitch please, I'll leave Ruthless dead from teh start/
One line from my verse was dropped and Ruthless "dissappeared like John Starks"/
you lack the heart, battlin Fatal Actions is probably just bad for ya own health/
Claims that he's "Haterproof", "He don't even wanna be around his own self"/


OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!