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this issue, if i diss-u its official and i got a silencer on the thing that sounds like a dude who cant whistle//
my bullets scar ur tissue, cuz my delivery is murderous even mail-men carry pistols.
it must be a typographical error is sum 1 is callin u Nice//{haha}
i'l ripp out ur heart just to hold the Origin to ur life. holy christ,punches darken ur lights! like failed edison projects//
i got orgin shook like columbine high gettin bomb threats, from ticked off nerds and a sniper rifle that picks off herbs//
such az ur self i'l put extra holes in u like a fat persons belt,and sorry to say but ur flows a gimmick,u dont want test illness like closed off clinics//{ooo wee}
ur never makin noise ur just a punk that whispers, whos fallin off the polls like a drunken striper//
dont get it wrong ur decent but i throw punches quicker.. got u seeing doubles llike u drunk to much liquor//
but i never admire queers..read my verse and know the fires here, after this battle ur wake will be a BLACk TIE affair!//
along with suits to match no lie u wont survive posting self portraits and nameing it the "Ugliest man alive"//http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=90600&highlight=origin

^^ just check the link.. but yet in text u think..ur better then me? that will never be my shots leave u wit red-skin like a Cherokee//
so lets see how many times u can flip my name, different ways so the punches wont look the same//
matter fact let me do it for this hoe the "nasdaq" is closed, and my crew names lame but so, i'l back it up with wordplay and flow//
and my punches are all in control to break ur nose, shatter ur bones while urs dont connect like broke cellular phones//
so face the facts-then cuz i'm ova this nigga like a slaveship captain,ur punchlines are lame u aint no pranksta dumb kid brought a #2 pencil to test my gangsta//
blows to the chest make ur knees buckle,cuz i aint "fuccin" wit "kids" like a gay couple,u aint touching this sickness liek the boy in the bubble//
willy spit flames hot enough to bake a demon in hell, this is the end of ur season like torn ACL's//
u'l never reach my level so why bother? ur still a junior like being named after ur father,
testin me and get hurt-up i aint talkin hair stlye when i make ur body curl-up//
the force-is the equivalent to a bush in office. drop rap and join the armed-forces like canibus-did..i'm battling a femcee cuz after i'm done u'l be missin a RIB//