mista, you just a cocky fag...
up the road you gonna find ya ass in a body bag...

man fuk mista...
battle?... like a sheet of paper ill rip ya...
ya spit suked, i feel like im bak in the days battlin ma lil sista...

u need to come up with some new shit cuz all ya verses look the same...
i aint playin, ma rymes are lyable to slice head open " yu'll loose ya brains...

man wats with ya pro? u dun need a crew...
u need to stop rymin, n find sumtin else ta do...

cuz like ya style, everything u spit is awful...
fuck a limp, i leave u wit a woodin leg n a wobble...

u mite be taller (basketball) but in rap i have much more height...
ya cant win this battle, with shit that took all nite to write...

ma rymes squashed u like a one ton bloulder...
see i aint dislexic, i'll rite ma name... " HOLSTER"...

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HOLSTER