^ He Knows who he is.....
So you're calling ME faggot while YOU chat 'bout men's G-spot,
By the time that I'm done with you, you'll be reduced to a grease spot
I'm the king in this bytch, I've been crowned like in chequers
"Mad Dog's body found - ID'ed from his dental records"
Beat me? With what, phool? Your whole existance is useless
You only beat one thing - you've the bicep to prove this
Stop talking bout rules, where're ya f*cking cojónes
You weak muthaphukka, you just a fake f*cking phony
Your punches so soft, like you got tennis elbow
Accept Jesus in your life, cos I'ma send you to Hell, bro
The only thing I'm running is this game like consortiums
I heard you dad say "I wish the bytch had aborted him"
So what? Your dad hates you! Wow! Everyone else does
Since you crossed me, your health ain't what your health was
BikNek's already killed you, you're f*cking dead, you don't listen
Send him to Hades, with demons putting him in doggy position
You're begging me to leave RapBattles? You're in FEAR of my lyrics
Everytime Proliphik spits, all your hope gets diminished
If you can't take my f*cking heat, get the f*ck out my kitchen
But don't EVER come to me with your pu$$y-ass bytchin'

This was for your own good - you're a wanker, accept it, move on.....

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