**no beef afta , its all in the battle playa**

~~J Shook’s drop~~

Now I’m verse’n this cocky lil bitch named “dw”/ my rap records bout to change to 10-0 cuz of you/ u ain’t a rapper, u prolly a cheerleader like George W*/ I’ma destroy you/ make people be like “dw” WHO//*( George W. Bush was a cheerleader)

Feelin the heat from my rhymes drenches you in perspiration/ U gasp’n for air now that da game is at a higher elevation/ no crew participation / sry your lines aren’t hitten at the right location/ but hold up I’ma Knock You Out, ya betta get some medication//

Make ya sweat, you develop the “Chills” an a “Feva”/ your dick so small ya have ta jack off wit a tweezer/ I’m gonna leave wit a win, so Bitch c-ya/ I guess you just decided to spit first I aint need no breather//

You survivan this lyrical fury an onslaught, theirs no way/ I’ma assassinate, an manipulate, you in every way/ the way I’ma kill you they gonna make this shit a National Holiday//

I can’t stand your rhymes, they makes me gag like “two men kissing”, with you I don’t know were to start dissing, your flows on “Milk Cartons” it’s Missing//

Spitten in a fearless rage, watchin your lyrics diteriate/ playin games wit your mind, while I control your fate/ people can stipulate/ but I’ll always hold the power to manipulate/ then I cripple you just to complicate//

Releasin mad crazy punch lines, make you oblivious/ rapid fire from the “Gak” keeps spitten continuous/ please stop rappin you suck I’m serious/ ya betta step down or I’ll blaze you I’m furious/ you bout to lose bitch, so how you liken this?//

Engulfed in flames mutha fucka, burnt in the 5th degree/ knock ya off your feet like *Heniesy*/ I just want the MC’s/ an viewers to see/ that they should VOTE 4 ME/ not this pussy//