aight, grafh2_2, ur new to RB, so i'll give u ur first beatin, not literally, lyrically, but both r still too easy...

aight, here we go for real, now...

Tha birth...

i could let u chew on my tounge so u could get my lyrics into ur lung/
tha capacity of this beatin has just first begun, it's still young/
it's attackin rappidly, it's in rage, cause it was finally let out a pink cage/
and ur tha target, hope u brought ur pussy rag, cause u'll get tha juice on u, hell at least ur not a fag/
or wait, hold on, r u? u r? than give me 50 feet, fuck that make it so that we're 100 YARDS APART/
i don't need to fuck a dude in tha same place he shits and farts, even if i was confused n in pitch black dark/
hold ur heart, don't start to attack, hold ur lips back, i meant ur mouth, idiot, not ur fuckin cat/
leave ur snatch in ur pants, nobody want's to see that, here, go masturbate wit a "fucking" baseball bat/
oh no, my voice is changin, tha molecules r rearrangin, i'm workin n gettin vacation/
this must mean tha beatin's goin to tha next stage n u better believe it's comin at u racin/

Tha mid-life crisis...

yea, that's right, it's a crisis on ur mind, u got nowhere to run n hide, u actually came out AFTER ur time/
do not try to bind this job u have from 9-5, i'm a thug wit nines, u behind a desk wit a "Mr. Dumass" sign/
i was fuckin ur wife in a hotel wit tha knob sayin "do not disturb", u walked in n walked out witout sayin a word/
u may think that's a lil absurb, but it is true, it's wat i do, tha only thing u did was flip tha bird/
and i came afta ya wit an expensive car, ur drivin an Acura, no wonder u didn't get that far/
u called tha police, had me arrested behind bars, but i escaped n came afta u, ur restin behind jafar.../
as a fuckin tucan, even witout a genie i bet for real i can do wat u can/
gonna get beat up by whose hand? mine u lil bitch, rhymes r comin n u'll lose man/
u had 8 post at tha time of this battle, but every single one was in bitch slapped n jus babble/
this, that, like this is scrabble, u make'n up tha words, they don't make sense, go back to holdin tha rattle/

In tha death bed...

i'm standin above u as an angel, but not as ur savior, jus so u can know by who u got strangled/
imma laugh at u and have u deranged wit ur head at an angle, tryin to commit suicide, but because of that all u did was dangle.../
off tha bed n tha nurse came in, fixed u...gave me head, cause i was in physical form u fool, all tha time u was layin.../
right ther, pay attention n start prayin, they had to fix ur mind, opened u up, it feel out, put ur brain in/
that's disgustin, i should just end ur life, i should just slice tha IV off wit a serated knife/
but this is tha shit i like, MC's wit strife, this is wat happens as soon as u touch a mic/
grafh2_2, a giraffe in a tutu, that was supposed to be wat u were supposed to be, n u would've been cool/
now u a mortal fool, needin help to go do-doo, but nobody will do it for u, u could of even been a cool mule/
but now death came in wit his sickle, it's now ur time, all that's left is ur spittle/
and wat it forms on tha bed is "i give up", that's not a riddle, this kat was merked even WIT his fiddle/

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