okay...

you wanna battle me, like nigga you got a chance?, you gota betta shot of making a cripple dance/
i beat this shit up to the hoez up in the city, and put a pop in yo ass like you fitty(50 cent)/
only epidemic you got is AIDS cause you sucking on dicks, this muthafucka in this bitch thinkin' he is the shits/
I start epidemics with the venom that I spit, other rappers get sick because they feeling my shit/
and he got the crazy thoughts of winning, I'ma end yo career now, but it ain't beginning/
what bitch? am i gettin' you mad, while i'm spittin' this hot shit and you fuckin' yo dad?/
i keep my game tight and yo bitches pussy loose, every night i hit it so hard you lucky it dont bruise/
like yo bank check, thinkin yo game tight, i'm fuckin' yo bitch and you ain't gettin none, right?/
im'a put the hollowed out barrel to yo damn head, and empty this full clip to make sure yo ass dead/
i ain jokin', or runnin this lip neitha, you ain't gettin no pity points for this eitha/
i shoulda started this with a 10-point defecit, Cuz im beatin' yo ass like yo was a damn clit/
you actin' and playing like you know what i talk about, i walk to yo crib, and knock out yo fuckin mouth/
like the name o' this bitched slapeed, it's named after you, now you callin yo mamma and sayin' "is it true"/
it got to be, cuz i only speak truth, you think Im lying, and I'll knock out yo front tooth/
I suggest that you end while your ahead in this race, or you'll end up on the 6 'oclock news as a homicide case

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