Ayo the next one in line, will fall with this lyrical nine |
I can see him now, trouble starts he climps in his bubble and dials the swine |

Another dipshit to diss my crew, ya bit off more than ya can chew |
Giving ya an upset stomach from the shit I brew |

My lyricals will leave ya confused like jackson, do ya wanna be white or black? |
I know im not the best but i can tell what ya lack, and im good enough to know ya whack |

Givin head like a bottle of beer?, strikes close to home we all know ya queer |
Like Pee Wee Herman caught wackin it when the sun is clear |

I bet ya the type, who can suck a orange threw a straw |
Ya think ya hot, i know ya not, ya think ya raw |

Again ya aint the skill, to add me to ya list of the kill |
Ya betta chill to reach me ya gotta go uphill |

Ya talk like ya got good smack, ya name aint Bmack |
These few battles are just the start to my attack |

Aight thats all, no beef, let the votes start.

Also not hate fo Bmack.


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