Here it is:


The chances of you winnin this are so slim there anerexic/
Your verses make as much sense as english essays by dislexics/
Your hardest punch aint comin near me, you need to re-direct it/
Even then no matter what shit you spit I'll flip it/
Make it u-turn, turn it inside out and upside down, you'll look like raps clown/
I'll be the king, bitch go fetch my crown/
You can't stop me from turnin my record around/
You cant stop me from usin this talent that I have found/
By the second line your were six feet it in the ground/
Don't bother enterin the rap game coz nobody will ever feel your sound/.



Peace!!!

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HARRY R.I.P
1940 - 2002

In Respect