If you were a mystik mind you would forsee your demise,
Smash ya glass balls is ya fortune telling you time after time.
I cross palms with sliver where as you pay them in kind,
Where as im seeing hot ladies and your seeing guys.
My symplistic diss hitters leaving you bent, twisted and bitter,
Even if you had home runs ya lines wouldnt beat my pitcher.
If you were fucking ya sister you couldnt be any sicker,
and if you were splitting hairs you couldnt be a wig splitter.
If you had a knife to my mouf you couldnt spread the word,
and if you thought you could take my crew forum ya thinking obsurd.
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and this time in our battle you will surely be murked
take your hand off my tackle I aint gonna be jerked.
I'll put you in a herse
ya style is much worse
you cant touch my verse
Im you in reverse....................