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"Mystic City battle verse"

Ayo I leave mystic city feelin’ pretty shitty
After I murk you like you was a best friend of Diddy
I did this before, and I’ma do it again
I’ll give it to you raw, whether you foe or friend
You gon be remembered as my first audio KO
Ask anybody on the site and they already know
I got punches for days
So put down your chips, like you droppin’ lays
Cuzz I’m guaranteein’ this win
I’ve said it from the start
I am the best & you soft like pop tarts
I aim straight for the heart
With these lines that’ll rip you
Plus I heard you emotional
So gon’ grab the tissues
Cuzz these jabs won’t miss you
I got MANY MEN on my side
Sumtin like 50 of ‘em
So I’m BANKin on BUCKin you up!
You pressin-ya-luck
As I expected-you-suck
You got less talent than the Chicago cubs
Face is son I got this sewn up
So like child stars go head and grow up
Cuz your chance of bein a rap star is slim ta none
After I murk you son
I can’t believe you would test me
Another whack rap rapper jus tryna best me
I dissected ya flow to perfection
And got inside ya head worse than an ear infection
You can’t steer my direction
No one’s on my level
The level of perfection
Mystic seems like a fag, prolly got a-dyke haircut
I’m exposin’ him for a bitch, showin he lacks nuts
Don’t bet against me in any battle, let alone against this-queer
You could be a prostituting serial killer, and still couldn’t properly spit-fear
All these disses are sin-cere, no doubt I’m feelin’ your homo ten-den-cies
Little Kanye Jr. couldn’t feel my presence, even if he put a pen-to-me
I peeped your verse & you beat me no doubt, so we LIKE-must-kick-it
Those punches were some of the sickest I’ve seen...SIKE-I'm-just-kiddin!
T. lite is the future, I’m mangling those who disrespect me
These kids stand no chance, you’d think I was a hysterectomy
So….
Lemme keep it real witcha
Man, this battle is done
You started wit some dignity
and now you have none!