hit you with barbituates to dope you up enough you slit your wrists.//
then it ain't murder it's peer presure, there is a difference.//
isn't this a co-incidence, we both saw 8-mile.//
the thing is.. that's when you started to rhyme, I started at 9.//
dawg, you got no skills compared to mine.//
I'm surprised you don't get laughed at more often.//
'cause when he don't choke, his opponent get's lap dances--> this nigga love dick-rockin'.//
rydin'.. same shit different pile, we the same too, only I got structure in my rhyme.//
so maybe I ain't the same as you, I'm not confused as to how not to loose.//
you got a pic of 2 pac in your sig dawg, "thug in peace"? how's that relate to you?//
the only time you get "thugged" is when I knock and chop "pieces" of you..//
releasin' a slew, of demented lyrics.//
when you read 'em you confused had to get someone to help you read thru-'em.//
he's stupid, his scruples are all scrumpled up in a ball and lost, that's why he's useless.//
battle_soulja my ass, if you went to iraq america would pro'lly belong to sedamm.// (damn)
how's that for bad.. you bad to the bone, I mean.. you have osteoporosis.//
so with one punch I leave all your skeleton broken, you're without a hope.//
this soulja's hopeless.....

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