yo here we go!!

lift up ya shirt, ima put rhymes straight through ya stomach, till they digest ya intestines/
flip K.O's shit, then errybody sayin he jus O.K, so how ya beatin mine?/
i use magical wordplay, to kill a guy, spit quick wit wits that'll drill a guy/
filled wit bombs that could merk a guy, split ya lips wit my nine n let bullets fly/
you can't deny it, like fab already said, im fabolous wit the mic, u preschool, how u gonna live?/
start low wit slugs n work my way up, then hit ya head the red runs up, if ya outta blood, how u gonna give?/
i ain't red cross, or ai for that matter, but im crossin your path, n ya brains gonna shatter/
then the fitted ya can't floss, so u ain't the next batter, i killed ya wit my wrath, niggah wat tha matter?/
u only said 10 lines, so these last few gonna merk ya/
i don't need em, but they like salt on wound...they gonna hurt ya/

total time to write 10 minutes
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