O.K, lets do this, lets go, yo yo , lets go, yo-----


---this mans like a "how did the chicken cross the road joke", pathetic/ n i ain't sympathetic cos this guys tryin 2 make the rap culture ethic/ scottyC n me, its like a sacrafice/ 2 his record cos hes bringin less heat than vanilla "ice"//
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man u only spittin up 2 lines cos u low on fatigue/ your just a wack cat so why u in the "lethal lyricist" league/ 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 in stanza/ this battles like a “halaCOST” n u the jew “payin the price”/ im tight while u more lose than girls legs on the “vice”/ nice? No Im bringin out the definition of bad/ sad u ad it all then nothing, like sheep 4 “sinbad”//
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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 vet 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/--“scorpio” shud be my star sign/ cos a spit “venom” like that, take off ya hat/ cos you’ve payed the price for 2 verses but this ones still “VAT”//
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scottyC thinks he bothers me in this battle room/ dawg im like a laxative makin ya shit yaself till you’ve got an ass like a “baboon”/ soon—time 2 wrap this up like a tortia/ after this it will be, scottyC, RIP like we talking bout alliyiah//


info= “vice” tv programme bout prostitutes
“sinbad” Shepard out of bible who lost all his sheep
“VAT” extra tax added on wen u buy something(don’t know if u get it in america)


Alrite uppin!