Good Stuff---

-I drop rhymes like bombs here to decimate ya whole vicinity.
-Ima reck this nigga YOUNG CEL like i recked ya girls virginity.
-Ya rhymes are prewritten garbage. Shit you been practicin for weeks.
-And there and nothin you can do when i explode like semen bustin from ya cheeks.

-You live in a dream world where you think that you can beat me.
-Your only hope to survive is to copy, paste and try to repeat me.
-Your probably wish you never heeded my challenge in BITCH SLAPPED
- Now ya lack of skills been uncovered like you was just unwrapped.

-You just cant compete, your beat. Ya skills-incomplete. Now take your whippin like a man and try to accept your defeat.
- My lines-find-time to burn ya deep like iodine.
- While in ya prime none of ya rhymes even compete with mine.

-Youve been warned, now you aint just ripped ya torn.
-Ill go back in time and rip ya the day you was born.
- Step back while I smack this jack with two closed fists.
-While every line hes tryin flew by me and just missed.

-Ima leave you flipped-ripped-whipped and layin on ya belly.
- Ill come equipped with clips to take advantage like I was R. Kelly.
-Your a newbie son. Dont try to forget.
-Id beat you man to man but you aint hit puberty yet.

-Ima give you three good reasons why you just lost.
-1 you suck. 2. you suck. 3. I think i may be battlin Kris Kross.
- So when you learn to battle you come see me.
- Ima only spit 24 lines. The last ones a freebee.

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Go ahead. Turn your back on me. Thats when I punch you in the back of your head. Faggot.

Fuck wit me once, shame on you. Fuck wit me twice, youre dead.