brooklyn is a bitch, he aint got shit, his rhymes are generic, and his verse was prewritt,
so sit down peasent, im tha king of this site, your punches dont hit, or even put up a fight,//

forty wins two losses, newbie battles dont matter, ill leave your head leakin on a silver platter,
you got to battle me, you must feel flattered, you stay talkin shit, but when i drop, your verse is goona scatter,//

look at this cat named brooklyn, he must have been mistaken, cuz i got hom shakin, like sizzlin beacon,
this cat challengd me, he must be mistaken, leave him disfigured, and his life will be takin,//

your about as gangsta as Richard simmons, and your record is fake, like tha simpsons,
your not happy i accepted, cuz now you aint livin, cuz my verse is all punches, yous is a piece of cake, full of filling//

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