man i dont even need a holster or a gun, i get u in a lassou and crunch spines...
im hyped up now, all excited cuz after this battle ima be able to go in elevated front lines...

battlin me? wat wer u thinkin, are u a sycho that belongs in tha loonie bin...
ya rymes are worthless, man u aint worthy to rap, fukin child-ren...

why you need 40 mins to rite ya freestyle verse...?
u ritin on ma time, i no this cuz u didnt want to go first...

man u weak like twigs, you fagot, ill lite u on fire...
ya rymes dont make sense, like a cordless phone wit wires...

ma verse hurts you like bein stuck in the middle off two grindin cars...
you couldnt cough sik shit up even if u had a bad case of sars...

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HOLSTER