yo, im gonna operate through your flesh and bones with blunt apparatus//
my flow is contageous, yours is slow, wack, and fucking outragous//
i could stand still and still have the will to tear and kill you like a cactus//
for you to get to the same level as me, would take much practice//
now listen good, this is a diss, your cummin on weaker than a female actress//
and if you got the balls to respond back to this, the votes will tell you, your dismissed//
and when you see my fist, you will see the length of my middle finger//
cuz im putting it up your ass, and makin the smell that matches your breath linger//
now dawg if you didn't wan't beef, stand back don't start one//
your raps are now wet and sloppy like a used condom//
when my shit blows up and i'm famous you be the one i come back for//
i'l be back to take your image and girl with a single metaphor//
i lost my last rap battle, but now i'm back here on the rebound//
your battle record will get slammed through the ground asoon as you make asound//
the soul of your dead body has been found in the back seat of a Honder Accord//
while i'm strangling your mom with her new born son by the umbilical chord//
you couln't win over the crowd, when you was battlin me in a free style//
even if you was takingthe style from the sound track of 8-mile//
now amma leave the remains of you body on your front door step in a pile//

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