I'm goin' right now:

Lyrically you don't stand a chance
Fuck you up quick and make you shit ya pant's
Yo think you can handle me, I'm hot and ya not
Send you home cryin' while I break out the pot
Up in Compton tryin' to smoke blunt's off the AK
When I come up you betta duck before I start to spray
I be the lyricall master
The fastest gun blasta
Battle be over before I blast ya'
When you start up ya ryhme ya choke in ya adam's apple
First I'll cut ya mouth open with a rusty scalpol
No time to think before I speak
When the cop's find ya you'll be dead on the street
Grab the microphone,Shut up ya fuckin' pussy
I don't know how I ended up killin' you, ya pushed me
When I grab ya girlfriend the word hardware come's to mind
When she think's of you it's "floppy" all the time
Man ya dick is so small I can't even see it
Lyrically you a bitch so just get a pussy so you can be it
I may be a teen but I speak the truth
I'll use nova caine to kill ya, not just to pull out ya tooth
Nigga, you can't see me
Don't even try to be me
Ya pile of trash, my rhyme's are short and deadly
This battle be over fast

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn