I entitle this rapping to a tune you've probably never heard before,
this is my battle with the alleged YungAMO


Yung AMO your so whack,
so i gotta smack you on your back,
let me criticize your style,
this gotta go, this gotta go, this this dis and that,
cant hit me with any punchlines i dont use any,
lyrics i have more and many more than you,
so much shit you wont know what to do,
when im in front your face dissin you,
your so fat you cant jump,
shit thats dissin you,
you fat fool, thinking you wanna battle me,
whats going on in your peewee level brain,
im going inter mechanical on you,
and shit your wondering how i beat you,
im going inter galactic with my shit,
radio waves flowing through the atmosphere,
another place where ill put my lyrics,
and you wanna battle me,
and you wanna battle me,
its my art of repetition thats beating you,
twice as much as me for you to bear,
doing it some more for you to enjoy,
rapping about my bouting career,
undefeated till the end,
no i havent battled before,
reaching for a thug with no scars,
tryings to get my brand new colored cars,
racing, pacing, for that victory,
and in the end I get it because ive suffered so much before
rapping like a villain chillin on some weed,
the bad stuff, yah you know me, the chronically ill mudder fukker,
rapping to a tune you've probably never heard before.