hey yo look
I got the ticks and I'm itchin', to throw a punch like I'm pitchin',
a fastball aimed to hit ya, this ain't a painted pretty picture,
in fact it's a depiction, a fact not fiction, of my future actions like a prediction,
in other words don't get ya ass kicked,
ya flow's past tense bastard, mine's is futuristic and mastered,
I'm spaceage pimpin', makin' my way sippin' Dom P, you a wanna be me with an achy leg limpin',
yo I like that fuck milk get pot bit, so I hate to say the words that you get killed or shot with,
this lyrical captial A to the K's, got 47 ways make or take ya day,
this ain't a battle, it's more like Russian Rulette, so this post I'm rushin' thru it, just to prove that I must improve yet.

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I'm a disaster waitin' to happen ya seen, but I'd rather be masterbatin' to a magazine.