ya,ya,yo..peep..zeroed in..let me talk to you for a minute.....

Yo Carson, I’mma 'fuck it up' like 'yous a mistake', how you gonna battle the main flow of cursed words!?
When your 'record is below .500' like 'underground Daytona workers'/

One day it’s Miami, then Boston, I thought you was from 'Philly'-when-bumpin-ya-gums
Your hermaphrodite uncles made you the example of incest in the 'City-of-Brotherly-Love'/

You got no chance like cheating death, I’ll need a tree bark to dush C
Cuz his wins against me ‘gon look like Lil Kim’s pussy/ …0…

I peeped your bitch style, Open Mic reject using big words you can’t-spell
Dictionary.com can’t help you with words you made up to rhyme cuz you ain’t-skilled/

Carson your hoe ass to soft to punch, strike your cream puff frame right through-to-you
Bitch I’ll smack you so silly you wouldn’t get serious for your mother’s funeral/

Ohh…and by the way…

I heard ya ass like to say nigga, that’s ain’t cool so I gotta attack-the-dude
Knowin you so white in snowstorms even your shadow lose track-of-you/

Hey White Chocolate, you gotta be from the burbs cuz niggas wouldn’t enjoy-your-coy-deeds
Saying shit like that you 'can’t make it in the hood' like 'retarded Toyota-employees'/

Now don’t get me wrong I’m no bigot, I’m cool with all face-of-races
But peepin’ this white boys wack rhymes, his shit ‘gon MAKE-me-racist/

But that’s alright; wanna be colored?, you get punched-up-in-the-face
Your eye gon have more black hanging around it than Justin-Timberlake/

So, ..um let me count..let see….I got one more line
It’s 3 things sure in life.. birth, death and a win if I battle you one more time/



I just that damn good, kiddo

It's nothin'....

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