Here we go:

I'll slap you up like a fuckin' lyricall whore
Once you finish this battle you voice won't be heard no more
When I pull out my Makc you be cold to the core
The cop's will find ya vest just to see it was tore
All this rap nigga's know the gun's that I tote
Slam you on ya back and it Murder You Wrote

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn