it's a horror son, it's the creases in ya verse i feel sorrow for//
said he'll strike while the irons hot, then he aksed to borrow one//
im running this bitch. ur horrible, wack and u suck @ this shit//
there isnt just a shadow of doubt, it's a fucking eclipse//
wreck ya verses.... verbal's split in 2.. it's ya spleen imma sever//
so start 'pulling your weight', after you've pull ur self together//
fallin fag... imma fuck your gurl but it isnt all that ba//d
then eat out of yer Pam, but i'm not talking hands//
your thoughtless, blank, ill take every vote even ya rosters//
its over ya numbers up n im talkin bout your losses//

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3-0 TKO


first to 4 wins