yo...

this kat's only tendency should have been to stop battlin...
ur chance of endin me is like a straight YMCA - not happinin...
u took tha red pill and entered tha wrong place n time...
ur hatin mine, correct? u know, tha advanced way i'm sayin rhymes???
well stop wit tha ideas of droppin on Sunday so u can p-write...
cause God won't take that, jus say ur AMEN right before it's g-night...
tha only way u droppin sumtin must be tha letters, numbers, symbols...
from ur avy, too simple, like a matrix blonde wit some cute dimples...
poet? didn't know it? HA! u'll jus be anotha pediatrician, doc...
my glowin mic got u runnin right back to tha buildin blocks...
u're physical misperfection defined, mentally a lessin'd mime...
cause u don't think period, yet alone be flexin mindz...
u can't beat this if my hat was a condom that covered my mouth...
or if every single one of my vocal organs were pulled out...
get tha crucifix, stare at me, start usin it, abusin it...
but it won't work, so many bodies slain, i'm too used to it...
i got rhythms n lyrics injected to give me perfection...
pumpin blood into ur essence until ur heart is bein neglected...
now u don't want to battle anyone no more, yet alone face me...
so imma flip tha pencil on ur face n just start erasing...NOW HATE ME!!!

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