this nigga Smirf think he got talent but wont exept my battle, fuck then, here we go.

I spit firoucisly torching, young smirf would catch a heat stroke/
I slap niggaz and beat hoes, and stab a smirf in da neck wit a dirty needle/
this nigga dont wannit, he too bussy talkin that mess/
my verbal slugs'll have this lil nigga holding his chest/
And I use big words just to make U look for a dictionary/
I'll leave U searchin for family member in newspaper Ibituaries/
Rymin wit no talent, should be outlawed by RB/
There was only one 2Pac nigga, so U just an outlaw wannabe/
I'll split Ur skull and leave Ur brain intact/
then saw off Ur head and send videas to Ur family like this was Iraq/
my punchlines dont ever miss, half of them'll leave Ur skirt torn/
They land wit preciseness, like nutt on Ur lil sisters school Uniform/
and U've been warned, battlin me is not in best interest/
bring all them niggaz U came buzzin around wit, I'll squash em like insects/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..