O.K BITCH, listen, yo yo listen, yo---
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lets go,
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M.A.W! who the fuck r you? comin in this thread claimin "i can beat dw"/ get real son, your rhymes bore while mine fun/ this only my second line n i already won/ gun, at my side or not, my shit makes yours rot till its more predictable than a kids robot/
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this mans so eger 2 be "ill" he wants cancer/ well believe me dawg cancer-ain't-the-answer/ cos even wiv a brain tuma you'd be lackin stanza/ rawness is a law, so wot the fuck u doin ere M.A.W/ reppin=from somewhere, cos u ain't got a home n no one cares/ this battle must av bin a dare, a dare where u leave stressed wiv no hair/ shud av come wiv a pair, so i get "2 for the price of 1", exploded like a bomb/ don't luk now but ya leveled out record, its just gone/
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man this battle like a picnic lunch/ u bringin salads while im just bringin punches/ punches in bunches compressin till your verse crunches/ your a light weight wiv a big mouth/ pack ya stuff n migrate south, 2 somewhere that will show appreciation/--4 the bullshit u "spread", like the farms down in "californication"/ elevation? u need it inserted in high doses through operation/ u need my rhymes feeded 2 u through a tube like your food/ mentally challenged that might explain why your wack shit bein spud--/--from your throat wiv every line, you've got more rough edges 2 even off than a porky-pine/ hope u gettin the sign im sendin, lendin u lead bullets in ya chest that might need mendin/ i mite aswell be, see, G, u way out of ya league/ cos u showin more fatigue/ more pantin than ya bitch wen i ask 4 a suck n shes grantin//
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last line here 2 wrap this up like a tortia/ after this it will be M.A.W-- RIP like we talkin bout alliyah//


uppin!