ey dawg, listen up:

u´re just a muthafuckin gay rapper, use da mic as ya prick but u aint got pepper//
look at me, i set an example to u, heavy ´n´ delicious style considered as true//
yo my text is effective cuz me´s a kinda selective, ya defeat is my perspective, on u it is infective//
i "wanna" express my attitude in my text and i "gonna", cuz im one of the dudes still believin in honor//
start rhymin with hurtin sum othawise u cant win and stay scum//
in a battle with me u plumb ya limit, gettin scared cuz my style gets intimate and at the momen it aint ultimate//
i coulda use my bayonet to drag u ´n´ ya shit cuz i cant go with it//
my vocab is infinite...urs is wack...i rip u in one minute...ohh yeahh definite//
stop believin ya mom could help u out...u have to do it alone or u cant be proud//
aight now u are finished and i hope ya fear of battles now is diminished! lol//

peace out dawg!

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turn ya back on me, get slapped and lose ya legs...
IM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY: "NIGGA!"

Voice Of Tha Streetz