Short and skynny, but R. Capone can throw down/
Throw rounds down ur muthafuckyn throat now/
I flow so hot that i could burn ur bones now/
Lyrically pack the chrome now 2 separate ur body from ur dome now/
Tellyn me i won't wyn now/
Is lyke tellyn a bullet 2 slow down or tellyn a fetus not 2 grow now/
Refer 2 urself as the god? U better hope now/
R-Dot is the son of the devyl. Just call the pope now/
Ur rhymes are so *Ludicrous*, u wanna throw them bows now/
The only thyng ur throwyn is a tantrum on the floor now/
Take thys ass wyppyn lyke a man and have a seat now/
'Cuz it's lyke i'm followed by protectyve servyces, i can't be beat now/


Trying out new styles for the hell of it......
Everyone that's seen my other battles don't worry......
I'll be going back 2 that format after thys one.............

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... U better hope i don't remember ur name/
'Cause i'm dryvyn drunk hyttyn pedestryans on memory lane/