Yeah man, I'll spit now blood.

Chattin' bout my name blood what kinda name is F.A.B/
This defeat for you will come quick not gradually/
Your lyrics and just a plain mockery, plus ya pitifulyour lines are weak like they're diluted/
You can't beat me blood I'm the undisputed/
Heavyweight in this game, I'll burn ya with a lyrical flame/
Put ya game face on son, your not strong your tame/
your styles plain lame, you faggot in this battle your the maggot, the bait/
for me the predator to devour cos my whole stylisimo's great/
no need to debate,rap battlin' merkin this bitch/
irritatin' him like a 7 year itch,then gettin' dick sucked by his bitch/
just been headfuckin' his bitch,cos that gal's a trick/
up and down did tha tricks on tha dick,it's sick/
The way I bust this shit from tha top of my dome/
while F.A.B kicks some pre-written shit he written at home/
he ain't spitten,I got this cat shittin' kittens/
If he got money for his rhymes I wouldn't give him pittence/
I'll beat F.A.B most definately,his whle games over/
gets smacked wid the mike til his brains spill over/
Now it's time to finish off this wack twat,the time has gone/
Heartrate stops,you'll never reach tha winnin battle 1 (never win a battle)/

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