albi, you clearly dont know shit about me/
check previous pages, i burn anyone that doubts me/
yo, dont just call me shit, think and expand/
cos somethin i do must be workin, wheres your "damn hand"/
man, i recieve more props than a stage show, a born pro/
u show us ya lame flow,and ive seen the same post that you boast/
posted by so many newbies, any one sane knows, it was bit like a lamb roast/
i could say-more, i could go on ferever bout how boring you are/
i cant understand why u criticise MY amount of bars/
its just the truth, i bust, but you suck, i could do/
the shit you-pull, in one line, wouldnt even need to rhyme line 2/
notice the shit i do? complexity itself? i bet this bitch cant tell/
how i easily excel in all aspects of the raps i dealt/
i dont need any of my many friends to defend me when im challenged/
cos usually good emcees dont get they friends to write during battles?/
i took 21 lines to diss? but who the FUCK cares?/
its quality not quantity, but in my raps theyre both there/
i dont like to diss a fucker and leave him before shit gets good?/
i cant just say "mother fuck you put a gun to your mouth" i do wat the best would/
its called analyzation, i pick out puches that dont meet my expectations/
and times when ya flows more up and down than masterbation/
the lines in ya last verse had NO relation, whatsoever/
hell, no other lines were any better, vocabulary so small, he ends up rhymin by the letter/
one syllable per end of line maybe at times there was an inner in a line/
where he desperately tried spice up his rhymes/
... blah... cant bb finishing.. im on the phone...

and u bastards better not diss me coss i didnt finish...lol

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