ya hooks known to have noting in it like empty purses
my style i dont give a fuck, emptying clips on any person
and lets be real when i look at my comp an say sick'a-verses
no complament, im just saying ya style im sick of verses
better Duck and hind ruff, cuz if we collide,trust
u'll get beat up n down like my dick inside sluts
im sick inside with scripts i 'rip n tide' like waves on beaches
dont be affraid im beasty, since the day my mom reless me
my hits keep coming like repeat,see so battle an get ate like a Peace-treat
rapverse needs me, ur a joke like ha! ha! he! he!
but u'll never get the point like collaps-top tee-pee
get fold'ed like a lap-top, guns react quick like a snap shot
ya flow ugly like a mascot, get smoked like i had pot
what u got i had got, with ya flesh showing like a tank-top
get filled with lead like ya tank-top'ed, Money im shuting ya down like ya bank-stop
my spits sharp enuff to cut the knife from a shank shop,
think not, and u'll be left briused and red like a blood clot
fuck is wrong with ya Dumb paps, leting u battle like i gon stop
not knowing he wouldnt have a shot if he owns hes own gun shop
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better duck and hind, when i bust them rhymes
with ya old concept u tryed to flip mode like busta rhymes
ak, some mac's and tech's all carried around in sweats
making u dudes nervous like gamblin with million doller bets
i know this aint The B.E.S.T, but yet i still Rep
better then us i kill treats,
an leave'em with the metal in they heart like a steel-chest
i got to go be back later with verse 2