Throwbacks, damn right, wack tracks, and jacked verbals
their leaders called bloodshot, but i call him the black ercle
lyrically i merc-le, biters, ghost writers, and actors
your crew desserts you, bloodshot aint even a factor
no flows, now no friends; no hoes, where does it end?
lets pretend, i was still TBN, still thinkin you hot *1
launching lyrics like their your own, when they're definatly NOT *2
a lyrical parasite, wouldn't know HOW to rock a mike
while my style from a young childs, DA BOMB, like dynamite
I explode on fake hoes, and your the worst ive ever met
yo dogs, your rhymes dead, you need to call a vet
crew-rhymes need intensive care, your rosters barely there
and when cass laid down the challenge, y'all caught a mighty scare *3
it must be scary there, bottom of crew's, and hated by all
but c'mon dog, biting brought your own downfall
this is my grand outro, I auto-ejected from your crew
you couldn't lead lyricall win even with every member of Wu
inadequette, get smoked like ciggerettes, comitting crimes against cassette
you a bitch who's all pussy and perpetually gettin wett
do the math, add it up, god-damn-it, it all figures,
that TBN shit stands for Those BITCH Niggaz

*1 i left when i found out that....
*2 ....bloodshot is a biter
*3 cass from LL caled him out

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