yo what tha fuck... you aggreed to the rules... then you leave...


im droping my verse.. but this is a fuckin no show.. guess you chumped out...


oh wellz...


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my lyrical intuwishin strikes with persision, attacking your lacking rhymes with words so divine//
my textual spitz impare your vision, tracking and bitch smacking ya with every line//
you struggle to create wack rhymes, choosing to battle me is just asking for a loss//
you know you cant touch my lyrical dimes, in this battle you answer to me fool.. im your boss//
i got you 'kris krossed', turned inside out, tryin to find a way to beat such amazing spitz//
we all know your a faggot dogg, you fuckin turned down a face full of titz//
for a night of sucking some other homo's dick, dude your sick...spreadin cum on a whole box of ritz//(ritz are crackers)
RC... your fuckin weak as can be, i stear you around with a 'Remote Control' like your a little toy car, you bitch//
you know i own your pathetic ass, you cant escape my grasps as i laugh stearin you into a deep ditch//

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