Peadafiles only beatin kids so im battin his balls right out the park
N my rhymes fuck you with the lights on so you aint in bush's after dark
Your lifes a fumble..only thing you catchin is flat lines to your name Catch_
N like suicide bombers..battles leave you dead n itl always be the same
After this youl see the light..hit the ceiling..hangin from the beams
Provin this suckas fulla shit..by showin his label..colonic irrigation machine
Your names true...you aint dropped nothing..not even ya balls
and you winnins imposible..like midgets standind tall
You aint new to Rectum Beatins you dropped more soap than vh1
Imma act like ya verse n tell one big lie..looks to me youv won

good battle

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