u gotta admit, its strange, that I'd battle u kid/
try an take a hit, from point blank range, u'd still miss/
i seen ya last battle, goddamn that was pitiful/
u should change ur name to toilet, cuz im about to shit on u/
ur jus anotha phony who doesnt go thruogh wit his plans/
and im gonna eat u alive like ozzy does his fans/
i jus hope you realize that ur style is bland/
i can see in ya eyes, ur nothin more than a stan/
how is that u challenge me wit pm's an emerge/
call me out to a battle, y do i gotta go first?/
look at this, no jokes comin from this muthafuckin chump/
dis bitch is the size of three professor clumps/
im not gonna hesitate, i will swing on u, u fat bitch/
you need toilet paper to wipe the shit off ur fat lips/
ur mouth flaps like a ho's pussy, when u talk an u spit/
im treatin ur jokes like u do food, an im eatin them hits/
then watch u cry from a gunthreat that doesnt contain a clip/

iight, thats wut i got, ur up
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an i guess ill give u an extra day, since i cant get a hold of u
cuz ur pm box is full
once again
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