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IP:
i can kick ya ass with a practice swing, you couldnt be fly on an airplane wing /
I bet ya sit at home thinking ya the king, but ya aint at home this the battle ring /
This is just the warm up beat, but I can already smell ya defeat/
You and your crew think ya know the street, but ya cant even flow over a beat /
my sickness is for real, the only bite ima do is when i make ya my meal/
I dont think ya can get the feal, ya dont spit the real-deal only the thug appeal/
in this first battle i'll be the illest victor, i'll smack ya wit a mic and gas you like adolf hitler/
your down for the count cause nigga im a constrictor, fat ass hits the floor hard and measures on the richtor/
my virus strikes your minute heart with fear, as it eats into your guts giving you verbal diarreah/
while your runny mouth is talkin queer, you'll soon realize under my wrath you cant persevere/
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