"This match is the shit!" but fuck that - I’m grabbing the win,
What? You’re like.. twenty years old and acting a pimp!?
C’mon, that’s depressing - so I’ll beat your wretched lines,
And you’re battling a 14 year old.. c’mon, you need to get a life.
Your avatar is important - so I’ll say these things for the win,
Since "X marks the spot", watch me swing for your chin.
The things that I did are ill - so nothing’s touching my tactics,
Considering I hit IceBerg’s harder than the fucking Titanic.
But here’s where I rewrite history - and now this shit is reeling,
As you’re the one who’ll BOW down with that sinking feeling.
I’m the illest, feel me? You shouldn’t be here in the first place,
And the only thing that’s shook Cali’s foundations.. is earthquakes.
My words break ya skull - so here’s the trouble I’m calling:
It’s a joke your losses have near DOUBLED your win column.
From the rubble that’s falling - I see you’re dancing with death,
While your brain cells....... out at any chance it can get.
You’re rapping ’til death!? I hope you can handle the stress,
But hell; don’t worry - at LEAST you’re a faggot at BEST.
I’ll stand on your chest, cause no one fucking trusts this fool,
And the only time I below average is when I’m uppercutting you.
And since my fists are golden tipped - you shall never win,
So I’ll break open your chest... just to put put this treasure in.
Your flow sucks, you got no multies, your lines are flawed,
And finally - IceBerg’s a MISFIT - but hey - one size fits all.

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