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Mercurio you couldn't touch my spits if you tried to kiss me frenchin //
You remind me of Shady/Aftermath cuz you only worth 50 Cents man //
You make me wanna 'url and I ain't talkin hyperlinks, it's simple potna //
The lead falls from my uzi like a pencil sharp'na //
You can't understand my shit so you "Rewind" it like Nas //
And my voice come through his speakers as loud as the Wizard of Oz //
Your lines make no sense like George Bush blabbin //
And your voice is so annoyin sound like it's a porpous laughin //
This groupie grabs more of Eminems junk like he means it's war //
Than a little fat kid hungry at a convenience store //
I pity this fool like Mr. T this kiddie gets schooled like little Gs //
My shit burns ya so bad it's like I'm spittin at you wit listerine //
I spark my static at you like your clothes has just gotten dried //
And my rank in rap is so high people thinkin that I just gotten fried //
And your name confuses the forum you're losin this war, I'll loosen the score //
Cuz I'm cruisin the board - I'm like Tennessee cuz it's like I'm shootin for Gore, you a nuisance fa sure //