Each time ya battle me, ya life's a little bit shorter/
Beatin you is like puttin M&M's in alphabetical order/

This newb couldnt fool-me wit a muthafuckin uzie/
Sprayin shit like grass feeder leavin himself in a doozie/

Poor cutastraphe, im spittin a masterpiece, of disaster so-please/
get on ya knees, an' realise i got the keys to your fuckin release/

Your spits~are~hopeless, theses lips strip~your~focus, leaving your body decaying in pits~of~locus/
The closest, you've come ta ferocious doses of rap potions was when ya hocus pocus'd yaself in atrocious lotions/

I bet the record companies hated your style, all it did was bore 'em/
Now you've realised you true dream is to own an internet forum/

Dude, Your Forever 'doomed to text', you'll never -rap on wax-/
And I'm leavin' this cat like Dale Earnhardt, -dead on tracks-!!/

Techinically and tactically proficient when spittin'...illicitly written provisions, testin' this is forbidden/
So sit back and listen as i destroy ya by verbal division..dismissing you for the simple fact that ya aint any competition!!/


HoLLa baCk YouNgIn..w00t w00t!

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"Nigga, YoU JuS' GoT KnOcKeD Da' FuCk OuT!"