aight watch out lil' Mody 'gainst M.O.C./
u buttfucka get merked I'll smack u like a flee/
u better hit wit sum good rhymes, dicksuckin' maggot/
or die like u died 'gainst*MoF*he uncovered ur faults,fuckin' faggit/
don't even start if u think it's gettin' shit/
u can go home 'n' fuck ur mom as earlier as u quit/
I didn't tell u if u want action battlin' me is useless/
my rhymes hit u like lightnin' strikes u can't see how fast u get in trouble also called stress/
now I regret that I said we gon' spittin' 20 lines/
I merk u even if I spit only sum two-word rhymes/
but fuck that this makes me a ragin' devil/
battlin' u again takes me to a higher level/
I'm risin' like the sun u turn into dust/
ur flow smells like the fuckin' pussy of ur grandma filled wit rust/
u ain't worth any of these lines they 'r' wasted time/
if I wouldn't get a win for that I'd not spit that rhyme/
u better kick shit good and invent a fuckin' good punch/
or I already ate that shit easier than u get lunch/
'cause ur doc sad ur jelly-belly am I too personal?/
there ain't any lines left get ur ass start to yell.

aight it's ur turn

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