Abom, ur own shits like a plague thats fighting against you//
u spit two words n drop on floors dispensing lyrics just "aint you"//
This newbie just doesnt pressure me, im totally calm-when-i-face-him//
this battle is like world war 3, ill drop "a-bomb-on-his-nation"//
abom you cant understand this, like mutes talkin to blind kids//
his lyrics lost, abom is paniced, screamin: "cant nobody find it!"//
notice ya skills aint ill, you aint aware of your weakness//
abom commitin suicide would really brighten my weekend//
like retards havin sex, this niggas really a "dumb-fuck"//
aboms got blurred vision? him shootin me is dumb-luck//
dont fuck wit me newb, yo style aint ready to tackle a pro//
two pulls on his trigga, this dumb nigga'll need at least a dozen mo//
before he comes within a mile of hittin this sick emcee//
like gays takin on heteros, abom winnins unlikely....he really likes-me//

uppin fo votes