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herre we go

Younggadget Pussified, not looking closely at this/
Your looking like a retarted court battle: Case Dismissed/
Your rapbattles status is not good enough/
Talkin bout girls?Like I saw you dressed as one/
Look, I'm takin you out, no bullshit, no subliminals/
Im sick, words flagrant enough, to be the Enemys General/
This is a highlight in BET, in my How I'm Livin/
Your rhymes wouldn't be nice, if they were God-Given/
Talkin bout how much you really want me gone/
I mentioned Pink-Slips, You wanted to try it on/

Herb-O-Matic, your just one of the many, thats gettin ripped with perserverence and skill, like the God of Rap has sent me/
Your not real enough, your an oximoron, like your lyrics are packed with a fake certificate of Authenticity/
Your not crazy enough to even stay at my level, You lower than shit, like 6 feet deep, meets my shovel/
I can't believ I even challenged for a Pink Slip battle, you went first and they votin against you, without reading mine/
Lookin real closely as the situation proceeds, Hey Robin guess what? It's Herb Merkin time/

You want to be net-hard, but ya still too soft/
You wanted any beef, you went to jerk off/

How you think you gonna really battle me, if you can't even count bars/
You should know, verses stay even, but if I look at your first, it seems, you stayed up in the Odds/

If I was a ho, but if you think real quick/
If I couldv'e remembered you probably had a small dick/
your shit wouldn't be ill, if X-Lax was makin you sick/
Your rhymes are not awaited for, judging by the Promo/
I know, that real men, should not be that Homo/
I know that above all else, I'm one of the Flyest/
Ya rhymes wouldn't be phat, if they got off the subway diet/
Damn yo I can't abuse you like that/
Ya rhymes is like Diet food- They ain't got No Phat/
And I still know, bitches that spit better than you/
My flow is like a river, your flow stays in the soup/
Your A Mini, you can't handle my coupe/
And if this is my last rapbattles/
Remember this, because it still matters/
Younggadget turned to rap after he quit bein funny/
But his rhymes ain't sweet, if they was built with honey/
Put anger in my rhymes, like darkness comes from sunny/
Fuck Younggadget and fuck Ghetto Animosity/
If I recall, You can't Get "hard", unless a dick finally grew from ya "Pussy"
Ya like a fresh dildo your gadget was young/
But then I remember all the times you and the men had fun/
The chances of you winnin is an ant gettin hit by a car/
The chances of you losin, is the ratio of Chinese People with Sars/
This is the time that Iv'e chosen/
Your life is like a cyclops, "sleep with one eye Open"

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!