Ya name says selfish and jaded but ya about ta get degraded and downgraded cuz ya talent ya traded...
Ya "Syns" are heroin and gin and ya been hooked since the wall fell down in Berlin.
Ain't "man enough?" Check my pants if ya think I ain't tough...
Ain't no boy down south so bitch close ya mouth, I ain't spittin that kinda stuff!
Ya didn't want this battle, when I answered ya call out ya got chills, them standin up hairs...
Ya show no bravado cuz ain't no desperado comes back with..."fine i'll be there" (sounds scared!)

And ya scared cuz...

My disses and punches come so fast they be settin off cop's radar...
For every one ya block, 5 get through so ya be leavin with lots of scars...
Have ya needin ointment for ya joints-bent and consolment for ya dissapointment...
Ya brain must have dents cuz ya spit with the talent of a loan shark that's never lent.
Have ya syndrome be Stolkholm cuz I gotcha like a caged gnome scared I'll crack ya little dome.
And that dome's a perfect combo of empty and dense cuz even the ideas you don't get don't make any sense.
I'm a tear ya like Hulk's clothing cuz ya got me full of loathing...
Have ya spirit floating ya body bloating when I treat ya like Fredo and take ya ass boating.
Like ya verbs don't conjugate ya blood won't coagulate when I needle ya with hate cuz ya lyrically masturbate...
With adjectives astounding I'll issue a resounding surrounding ta hit ya from all sides pounding and bring ya grounding.

He does scares me a little, here's why...

Ya must be gay look at ya knittin away makin a sweater and workin on a sleeve...
But I won't take ya light so during this fight, I'll be avoiding ya "bob and weave".
I'm boltin my doors and nailin up boards cuz Syn is comin ta get me...
With his corner store job and them offer's ta "bob" he's been tryin ta give me a slurpee!

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