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I'll Jump All over you like a trampaleen, Chump, Stall your lyrics I'll Trample'ya Team..........
Couldn't come tight so you aint winnin, standin on your rap from right in tha begining//1

You still rusty your raps lack handlin, mis-handlin you werds so i attack wit vandalizin verbs...............
Dis-Grace is Your mis-take for his sake somebody drop this flake, stop this fake, Damn! I'm on top this Case//2

You put joint to some *homo-shit*, i'm on point like some robo-shit, *sheild witta mirror ta give u back your own "go-blow" spit*............
You about as real as an "Elvis Impersonator Is", wen *your own music attacks you* it leave ya *Pelvis Impreg-natid*//3

Your Punches "Can't Touch This" and my Flows Quick cuz I'm Like "Hammer".........
Crunches can't Scrunch This, Your Nose hadd'a Shit Sandwhich ta get "Mic Glamour"//4

Super Mod?......Betta Retreat cuz i come @ him wit sumthin like an abusive Mob...........
He Holds A Confused Job as a Used Blob, Re-fused as Bob Quick, so now he used ta da Job of bein called "Bitch"//5