Nigga ya runnin up on da site like u holdin some weight/
But every time u battled someone, it seems like u got raped/
Spittin shit bout how u da man, and No On can touch me/
then at night u come out screamin "which one of u guys wanna fuk me?"/
optix, u aint REAL, in fact us a Dick Sukin Masturbator/
real ryhme kill hater/

fool get da picture, u aint gonna b hot on dis net work/
so u might as well stop tryin, and jus get back to lettin ya neck work/

cos your ass gettin entered more than a tournement/
an i know like to partcipate, but i beat your ass before ur ryhme/
an watch ur style disintergrate/
jus another wack emmce wit no place to hide/
beat ur style at armwrestlin, cos ur style is thalidomide/
u just get in the way but i push you aside/
do that shit again second time, an u gon die twice/

i spit that shit that interprets as provoke/
but i stop the blood to your head, real cats call me STROKE/
wit a dick in your throat, your bout to choke/
spit back at me dog, wit ur shit dats wrote/





i kno it aint the best but this my first battle,

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