aight yo

yo u'r skillz thr least natural, i'll break u down by the beast-u'r a lyrcial feast-i'll eat up and pee afterwords...
geez u got curves, must be a bitch-i treat the newbies the same-i dun't switch-dickrides make my ballz itch...
u gonna fall witch, and i aint just puttin down flow-only time u made it on record-how long u culd pick u'r nose...
i'm too sick their aint no descript-i keep it lit-like a neverendin fire-ya betta just turn round-and cry on the choir...
u wack ass with no vocals, go home and play xbox-u wuldn't be sick with monkey pox the size of funky rocks...
bunjee jump off the empire, and maybe u'll be fly-with an invisible chord-but still u'll gonna die...
either way u losin the battle, go get ur rattle-u'r just two years younger then me-and still fearin apparel...
i'm just dissin long time, cuz 30 bars is a sinch-and i'm not sure if i kicked enough-but im sure i ripped this pest...
bitch aint no neglects, i'll just shit on u-and that's guranteed-with no money back gratitude...
u bet u'r life, that u got skillz-but once u faced con-now u'r givin me back the dolla bills...
how's it feel, i kno it aint good-take it back a few years-and i'll still wulda killed u in the hood...
rapbattle aint fo the foolish, ask eddie griffin-bet he's listenin-he took one of my punches-and i broke his legs as a restriction...
stilla funny fuck, but not like deez-u'r skillz just suck-like a fuckin bloody leech...
hungry that's wut i am, u only heat tv dinners-beleive it nigga-u'r shits all cold like feces in december...

i'm gonna say 28 cuz long bars...and i'm stoppin

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