This rookie claims to be wild, but then says he's white//

Somewhere that doesn't seem to be right, Unless he can dethrone me in this fight//

Sayin' this can be hard-core, little does he know I'll knock his ass flat on the floor//

I'm raining down rhymes like Snow in Minnesota, And when I spit I send you on roam like a Motorola//

I'm a Lyrikal Renegade, Words kill ya like a spade//

And there's little doubt that my rhymin' abilities were genetically pre-made, And this'll blow ya mind like a grenade//

I'm the Village Pimp, I get higher than the Goodyear BLimp//

2 A.M. and my mind's goin' limp, But yours is fried like shrimp//

I'm the next big one, Rap Battles though is all in fun//

So when ya look at the score and it be at least 5 to 1, Cuz I'm about to merk you with an half-ass run//

Learn the ropes, before I choke you with 'em, And check who your rap is dissin'//

Cuz If it's me It's guarenteed to be missin', And I'm about to hit you with a 15 line missile//

The cops'll mark you with the chalk like a stencil, Don't worry, many people have too fallin' from my pencil//

Fuck the maximum line bullshit you wrote, Hit enter turnin' your skills off like a fuckin' remote!!//

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