Beat: ("Hit em up" by Pac)

Thug claims E-Street like he's hittin home runs, but he's more like Springsteen cuz he's "born to run"...
Escapin them battles by the skin of his teeth but this time I'm a hang him like a christmas wreath.

Merked me once so shame on me, but merkin me twice is impossibility...
Like touchin the sun, or you cockin a gun, cuz ya strength and heights are on level one.

It would take feedin or possibly bitin cuz in this clash of vets I'm the only titan...
This may have ya frightened but let me enlighten ya like a bitch with no pussy, nothin excitin.

I'm a kill ya rhymes with my lines and blast this swine and have the doctor's at ya autopsy pullin 9's...
Bloodstain ya looseleaf along with ya PC cuz ya verse was as phony as a double "s" SSony.

Ya shit doesn't fit like O.J.'s glove while I rhyme on a high so call me death from above...
Droppin nukes on ya ass like Enola Gay leavin mushroom clouds in ya eyes as you get blown away.

Cold book ya like Dano cuz I'm spittin Hawaii 5-O with drinks on the beach and a ho in tow...
While ya island like the Brady's with a tiki for bad luck causin ya bloodloss like a bad tummy tuck.

Thug thinks good rappin is the Dr. Scholl's "gellin" commercial so he busts on his own tryin ta be versatile...
But he's got no leads, can only make newbs bleed, bitch I spit harder when I'm spittin sesame seeds.

Like menstrual women ya bleed on ya linen but it's cuz I'm kickin that ass for lyrical sinnin...
Soiling ya sheets with my sharp ass cleats, stompin holes in ya ass till ya meet defeat.

Spittin from my office, bitch what you got? Probably play in ya bathtub and pretend it's a yacht.
I'm grown motherfucker, with pounds of pot, while the highest ya get is fuckin root rot. (underground=not high at all)

Revenge is the reason ya had ta die quick as a whip in the blink of ya eye and quicker than a jet when it stalls in flight so go on tell ya peeps ya last goodbyes...
Ya ain't comin back so tell em not to reply cuz this war for you has gone awry cuz I've passed ya by like the 4th of July leavin ya corpse with an ugly black eye cuz a weak ass effort ya did apply.




I went long on my closer, sorry...
I was just feelin it.

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