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As far as Black Ice goes, i done finished him off//
And for you, Fake ass Jin, yo rhymes are to soft//
JSin gettin pounded by the profound surround sound of automatic gun rounds,ya dead by sun down, this ain't no fun clown, ya just a dumb fuck from a bum town, tried commiting suicide but was to dumb to drown//
-Ya get the buck now, wheres ya windpipe? That gettin stuck now, JSin like a retarded kid playing football, it appears you got a touch "down" (down syndrome)//
-Ya punchlines are like drunken paperboys, they just don't deliver. 'JSin the winner? that shit ain't happening like Hell goin thru winter, I rip wordz like fat asses do zippers//
-Are you a prostitute or chicken farmer? kid I seen the way you be raisin cocks, I'll leave ya frame in mangled knots, frame shakin like you was takin long pisses, JSin best punches are like lesbian weddings, cause they all misses//