the only thing with this cat, his numba of posts an IQ are the same/
i got a style ill, it grazes ya brain..... like lasers rip at high octane//

I spit in high measures in the degree of the third/
My rhymes at high temperatures worth 56 degree burns//

How you beatin me? My punches'll leave you wit the baddest impression/
Ya mouth swelled so much, ppl think ya teeth had an erection//

Limp wrists can’t throw hard punches, that’s why I never felt’em/
I ended this MC’s career like he just had a greatest hit album//

u might think that you've won this battle, u aint no contest to me/
the last man to take me out, wuz the doctor that delivered me//

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