I'm the butcher in this rap game, and you just came to my shop,//
Cuz this Fresh meat is about to be bleeding like a virgin's cherry when you hear a pop.// (POP!!!!)

FUCk tha elements and fuck bitch ass VENDETTA//
his rhymes were more cheeser than pizza with extra chedda//
brang your whole crew while I shoot and kill them with my berreta//
your rhymes to wack I know you could have done much better//

My punch lines leave tha I. L. L. sign on side of your arm//
I'll blow away tha elements like a servear wind storm//
your weak punches didn't hurt didn't do no harm//
I saw you when you stole them rhymes cause you ran we herd tha ALARM//

vendetta is just an 'Undecided Under-grad', 'no Body in there crew got n-e Accomplishments' who?//
Like a eminem concert tickets, you sold out so much 'No Body Acknowledges' you..//
Nigga you suppose to be tha BOSS tha leader of your crew//
why tha hell they voting you out tha elements now what tha hell you gone do.//

Check my 'word-play', 'multies' and 'punches', cause like mines and he's shit aint 'connecting', like '56k Modems'...Ugly dude, can stick 'guns' in his 'mouth', but never ''amount'' a 'heated' flow so why you ''Tow
-tem''..//<~get it

you little nerd taking up my time talking about your studing for your exam finals//
when we really know your bitch ass were on your computer voting for Rubien on american Idol//

this kid got a 'busted hi-top fade' to say he reps. 'Tha elements', but he's not from NYC, he's false//
The only time he 'kicked REAL logic about the projects' was at the science fair were he lost//

Kid, you got smoked like a "chimney" in this battle, you should call-the-firemen//
I see you're desire-went, "down-the-chute" in this fight, cuz you're eager to return-to-retirement//***


out
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