Aight, I guess I'll go first(don't feed)

After this you might develop a case of battle-phobia
I'ma suffocate you like ammonia, wit lyrics cold enough to give you pneumonia
I'm a scar yo ass fo life, just to get a lil' win
I keep my dick in yo mom jaw like she got a butt-chin
murderin' herbs like you ain't even a crime
I'm takin' yo crew over cuz the world is mine(see his sig)
go over your verse again, dun, man you can't even steal right
I'd like to introduce you to my dawg - Mr. Steel Pipe
and he'll introduce you to your own lower intestines
I make you bow out like scared "fear factor" contestans
thinkin you'll get famous, boy, you need to grow up
rhymes like those need Tim McVeigh if they gon blow up
sumthin' wrong wit yo pussy rhymes they need a gynocologist
the fact that you whack, even yo crew acknowledges
I'ma *Rock* ya *Kid* cuz you a inbred, redneck, hick
how you gon beat me when you can't beat yo own dick
while you readin' my verse you swear you hearin' sound
a word of advice, dun: DON'T TURN AROUND
I hit yo mom up in back of your daddy's station wagon
my lung's turnin' white gold cuz I smoked this platinum dragon

~1~

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