Im ' Defining Illeness ' , you jumpin and hoppin because my realness
You speachless, punches reach-less as I Kill this
Im hannable lector, comeing through squashing his sector
Like a submarine with weekness, You cant handle my pressure
Dog you speechless, your melody sung... The Bells have rung
gettin " Confusion " and " con-cusions " from my punches as if you " Steve Young "...
Ya flows us-less, im knockin this kid till he tooth-less
Claim you " Mel Gibson " as a " Braveheart " I just think your stupid...
My intintion is the kill your wishen to sub-due this rap commision
Your failure already, whats the point of given this bitch a Mission...
I took ya income, over-runed and raps have been-done
I see ya broken ' teeth ', Battlen me, you must not have had 'wis-dom' ...

( I dont like it, But what the fuck... LOL )

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