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you couldnt spit "dope" shit if you sold it by the "pound"//
i put my gat to ur "ear" and you can tell me how it "Sound"//

you need to stop spittin as much as "B.I.G" needs to go on a diet// (nothin but love)
pause, i take that back cause dissin "smalls" would leave a riot//

nick you could be a "cold" or a "virus" and still couldnt get "into me"//
you winnin this battle is like shaq drainin a three//

your rhymes are "saved" like "1-800 collect"//
you are STD infected wit lips of herpes simplexx//

beatin you is like beatin water wit "fire"// (you cant beat water wit fire)
i see the date on your rhymes and it reads "expired"//

be aware "never scared" to bombrush//
mess wit dakidd my 22 will have ya "bonecrushed"// (bonecrusher)

i stay royal like "queens and kings"//
give ya body "lethal incisions" by "scaples" while i play wit your spleen//

im "stompin" tight flows youll be pukin "air forces" for weeks//
your shit "made by kessels" buy one get one free// (in michigan theres a store called kessels and theyre always givin out buy one get one free)

my rhymes "tighter" than "tights and spandex" rocked by big pun// (nothin but love)
im "Gods son" (nas) but you can "get youself a gun// (song by nas)

you couldnt spit "hot" flows if you were rippin a "frozen" mic//
well, that verse you spit was "hott", sike//

if he "see himself winnin" he "lost his sight"//
im a newbie but i kno how to "roc-the-mic-right"// (song by freeway)

a "definition of a nonballa" is "you" not me//
im a bball playa who can somewhat free//

you killed me wit your first "three" lines wow, you can "count"//
just the thought of me winnin this battle make you wanna pout//

you got a "hole" in the "chest" cause you have no "heart"//
that verse you spit "stunk" worser than a "streetbum fart"//

we boys so lets not let this go to the head//
lets not be mad at eachother over jus one thread//