its over before it even started dawg.......i'm commin wit a new
style for that azz...........lets do it

Old Style

Battlin Me Is Pointless Like A Unsharpened Pencil But Similar To
A Extended Finger Cuz I Get To The Point/Wit Flows That'll Crack
Ur Knuckles Cuz Like A Case Of Arthritis My Rhymes Rip Thru Ur
Joints/THis Guys A Cereal Killer?...Naw Cuz I Slice His Throat Leave
Him To Choke Then I Break-Fast/The Only Time This Guy Is Ever
Tight Is When He's Wearin His Faggot Pants That Makes His Waist
Gasp/FithyCalibur Can't Spit So He Sure As Hell Aint Succeeding/
The Only Time Fithy Comes Off The Top Of His Head Is When His
Hairlines Receeding......

The First Disciple Style Switch Ever...

Wit Sick Linguistics I'll Convey A Disease, Pollute The Trees So The
Air U Breath Is ILL Like The Vibe U Believe U Concieve/No Debatin
Who Won U See How I'm Leavin Him Sonned, Sharp Blade To His
Tongue, Breakin Legs So Therez No Way U Could Run/Fithy A
Virtual R.Kelly Spittin Lame Shit While He Recruits Twelve Year Old
Boys In His Basement To Sexual Enslavement...

The Finisher

Press Ur Head To The Floor Make Ur Family Mourn In Tears....I
Throw Ur Head In The Rain And Steadily Brainstorm Ideas

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Blessed wit Skillz