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B-Kast away like Tom Hanks on a wave leaving you stripped and unclipped alone and depraved,
Ya rhymes are played out... in-this-game, even if you spat rescue you couldnt be saved.

You trying to hard to beat mine with yours but you couldnt be sharpe if ya nickname was JAWS,
Ya spitting tooth picks none cut me up like saws, this world is mine fucker it could never be yours.

Ya leaving the water scared with now flow, you up the creek with no preserver and no paddles to row,
Ya riding the rapids going under a no show but ya missing me bitch like a selecta with no BO.

Incryptions left on ya mind hyrogliphicly your lyrical designs are like a fucking mystery,
They dont exsist you see, like ya skills there no frills cheap and not hitting me.

You've gone cold its a shame like David Blaine ima put you on ice,
Ya just no Jimmy Bond spitting smoothly escaping with a Q made device.
Im not telling you twice, you just increasing ya defeat your just plane with no rise,
Chicken with no rice, Swinging swords but unchoppable ya hits miss they dont slice.

I got ya beat like steak hammered down to tender the meat ya lines are thin you aint bringing no beef,
Leave ya eyes blacked like panda's when we meet in the street and after I win i'll eat, shoot(s) and leaf(s).

I just aint week i'll beat ya anyday with eyes closed in my sleep, bringing you zzzz as you countin sheep,
So just peep, this and take my diss to ya heap im leaving you fucked and dropped at lovers leap.

iight beat that.............on form, son on form....