not what I said in my callout..but w/e..here it is...

see I am the real showstopper, rap battlin topper, you version number 2, your time is past due
Ima rip out your organs without your donor card, on your toes, tutu wearin ballerina bitch
can't rape you in battle cause your willin, cock in your ass is illin//
we like Bonnie and Cldye, 96 verison me slittin your hide, dumpin ur ass with the tide
ima your thug drug, fuckin up your mind with lyrical punchies, phatter munchies than chronic dope, I'm coke injected adrenaline, pulsin through your veins, leavin needle scratched stains//
you gunna fuckin fight like a man? or do I gotta fight you kneelin where I stand? ya mite drop your pants, cause your used too, gosh golly I just can't find it I came up empty, farewell adieu your dick withdrew to your stomach, jerkin off, slipped and shoot it off wit ya glock//
hicky tickey tickey, showstoppa got no dicky, can't get a licky even if he begged ricky, compacted compressed, need's his mother to get him dressed, osbourne fashion sense, fuckin earin nonsense, hence another broken mirror//
Ya got less power than an iraqi army, always retreatin wit acme weapons, Wile E ya should go catchin the roadrunner, proudly fade away, at least yall get more respect than strikin Safeway employees, loss number 5, signed sealed and delivered//

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