Like Stop Signs, Aint No Way This Herb Is Rippin Me,
I'm Stabbin Alfred Hitchcock Books Tha Way I Murder Mysteries/
Call Me An Arms Dealer, Rounds? Ive Passed Em All,
This Fags Game Is Short, Like Midgets Playing Basketball/
This Guys Knuckles Are Soft, Dont Hurt When Hes Sockin Me,
How Is He Word Perfect? When His Own Name Aint Spelt Properly?/
His Verse Will Be A No Brainer, You Know Hes Hollow Inside,
Shove His Ego Down His Throat, N Make Him Swallow His Pride/
He Could Flow Sick, If He Drank Then Farted Laxitives,
Only Time He Came Hot Off The Top Is When He Sparked Matchsticks/
Fagget Couldnt Spit Hot, Drinkin Lava And N Rhymin In Miami,
Coz His Career Aint Going Nowhere Like The Guy In My Avy/
Im A Hungry Cannibal, Ready To Eat You Quick,
Hes Original? How When Hes Quoting Other Peoples Shit/
Like Stolen Mags, Fag...The Guns Is Not Your Stack,
Your Bodyguards Are Gay...Thats Why They Watch Your Back/
People Skimmed Thru Your Verse, And Read Mine Twice...Instead,
Only Time Your Ahead Of Me Is When You Make Front Page Head Lines....Dead/

Match Me.......Good Luck....Peace

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