you come out strong, stating im "Fleabitten" and "Pre-written", but tha truth is you couldnt drop shit on me, even if you were shitting/

getting all technical with this textual intercourse/so, tha man with tha balls will bust a nut into your mouth, then remove tha baby by force/

cause any intellectual mc will understand that this child will be blessed/ with lyrical skill, sick flow, and Pinacles finese/

whats with this formal name, LA STREETZ/is it that your a mute, and couldnt piece together lyrics 2 your beats?

man, you couldnt get under my skin even you were tha CIA or FEDS/only way im under, is with your mother in bed/

and im not wasting my time, on these text MCs who speak in broken english/its equivilent 2 how you started, but couldnt finish/

and you mentioning that im a homosexual is equivilent 2 you claiming capacity of being a MC known as intellectual/

we can play this lyrical games like Snakes n Ladders and Monopoly, and distinguish any beef/but tha only thing these is 2 extinguish is my lyrical inferno catching onto your feet/

and 2 close this battle and without feeling despair or loss/ill break you like lettuce, put you into a my verbal salad, and watch you tossed/

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MC Murdera'

(RB's "ill" MCs)


Otherwise known as Artikulate