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askin to battle me was a major life error//
cause even if u pitched for the taliban u still couldn't "strike terror"//

just cause i merked u dont mean u can have a fuss//
fuckin bitch ass wanna be thug on the net while in reality u repin the short bus//

on the corner ur beggin for dollar bills, but ur raps aren't worth a dime//
this mornin u pleaded for ur welfair check, fat ass bitch told ya "end of the line"//

when lifted i shred mics and my intellect wont le me play fair//
u have no chance at this, like R. Kelly opening a day care//

aight im done now yeah im through//
u were the last of a dieing breed...and i just killed u//



im done ur up