aight here we go after this im moving on to your boy

i dont even know why im battlin when this cat is a no challenge,i aint from the clipse but my lyrics make ya move like you was weight so call me malice//
i seen ya other battles sounds like you need some balance,you could be on goodyear treads and still would run circles around this//
and im hear to tell you that ya rhymes are fake,i consider my lyrics bullets two in each of ya shoulders'll make you do the harlem shake//
im a pro and far from an amateur,and my rhymes'll make you switch jobs to holdin keys like a school janitor//
lol i can see ya boy thought i was a new-kid-on-the-block,mess around ill eat em too like he was from "new kids on the block"//
but dont worry im startin my own crew, and your initiation will be to lose-voluntarily, cause i can see my rhymes to you are hittin ya brain asthetically//
after this dont worry bout ya girl cause shes with me,after i undercut ya knees and it forced to you pee thats who she wanted with to be//
dont even consider this a battle i consider this,me rippin ya heart out and makin it bleed at you//

-1- good luck