Game u must confess that ur possessed and u never leave a battle wit success//
U came to me with a mess so i'll pop u a couple times wit my smithin n wess blood pourin outta ya chest//
U got lines all over ur rhyme dat just don't make since//
U got alot of shit to say so i will just cut it up wit a japanese quince and u gotta remember u ain't worth 2 cents//
Game everybody can tell that ur shits written cause the shit u say ain't even fuckin fitten//
Dude u need ta start quitten cause i can write better rhymes even when i im shittin//
Why did u say justin are u a fag cause u suckin niggaz dick while i'm shoot da mag//
I'll leave u in a body bag while ur clothes lookin like rags while im leavin ur blood tracks//
Ur rhymes don't make since to me what about yall i can tell theres no recall//
i'll shoot em up like nas said and make em fall while his blood is sprayed up on da wall//

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-Im Young Black and Gifted-