::tha::
Your Nothing but a poet mother fucka... cant rock-raps-n-slaughter-son...in previous battles u talk about 9’s and gats... but couldn’t cock-back-a-water-gun // (haha!)
You think you got the odds of beating me...then you doubt casinos? There’s nothing above me... except...GOD-father...and we aint talking Al Pacino // (I am God!)
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Your not the better than me...or close...... even though your verse is not saying alot...but put your money where you mouth is...or a downpayment on my cock! //
I dismantle-bars...take heed as I squeeze...and proceed to damage squads.. assasin mc 10 bars will never stand out like Chris reeves in camouflage //
::is::
Don’t come near shock, steer away from this heat-fire your getting old even ya wheels think it’s a goodyear to re-TIRE //
even losing to me glorifies you, like 9/11 passengers you'll go out in a blaze//
::hott:
Im no longer a "mystery", thought this battle was a "sure-lock" but you losing "Holmes"//
My scripts quick to "beat you" like "black children inside klu klux klan foster homes"// im done...