*Takes mic and nods at MoSiLL, showing props like a sportsman*

Now...

Good sportsmanship flies out the window...


I'm shoutin "dead man walkin" cuz I spit deadly rhymes laced with cyanide and ya just talkin...
Locked up in my "penn" and just like him, ya cryin and sobbin will have us laughin and gawkin.

Got merked in our first fight, but I's just a rap pup, battlin and constantly gettin beat up...
But I've seen the light, now makin things right, look how he's shakin as my wins bring him fright.

"Wanna Be Blvd" should be ya address cuz ya wanna be an MC and it's causin ya stress...
Can't find success like a baby to a flat breast, bitch ya might be flyin, but it's over a cuckoo's nest.

Ya like an old Marky Mark but ya missin his spark, iLL, you'll never be a sensation...
Ya can't even get laid, for "pocket ass" ya paid, cuz that's the only way ya feel "good vibrations".

Ya still sport a beeper cuz cells don't come cheaper but ya can turn that shit off, ya just met the Grim Reaper...
Gotcha in a sleeper and I ain't lettin go, like a pitbull on lock I'll stop ya blood flow. (to the brain)

Cuz ya like women's softball the way ya so "underhanded", bitin off rhymes like a lyrical bandit...
Bitch, I can't stand it so I'm a make ya stop by unleashing brutality like a like an L.A.P.D. hip hop cop.

iLL, I'm so potent I have to give myself a warning cuz if I jerk off before bed, I find a kid there in the morning...
While ya nuthin but a faggit and ya sperm count says stagnant, puttin dicks in asses as casually as dishes in cabinets.

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