Alright, lets do this.


Dope BRAIN, comin at me high cos of the dope you been injectin'/
Punchlines are weak and will never hit, your styles already rejectin'/
Now traditionally its was the king's who battled in these wars of the verbal/
Talkin bout bein' a playa and fuckin' girls, but I heard ya hung like a gerbil/
Nah, come on Ruttah re-assess this situation patient-lee(patiently)/
I leave him in the gutter,watch him bleedin from his arteries/
You ain't no MC, ask Coolio what makes an MC/
I bet he answers with the personification of me/
There's no use strugglin' for you in lyrical combat, I'm the alpha male/
You wanna battle again, ever , I'll leave you fuckin impaled/


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