round one im comin out swingin rhymes stingin like a bee/
ringing this lil punks neck, cant be winnin, cuz hes ric-b/
more like 'pretty ricky' keep tryna 'grind wit me' get off my dick/
not gon get let off by sick cuz i come wit it quick/
quicker than the liquer thats dilivered to ya liver/
so let my potency, set emotions free, cuz ya 'cryin me a river'/
like 'timberlake', but ya rhymes aint 'in sync', there all over tha map/
some in germany, still tryna spit words-at-me, better put on the cap/
cuz im spillin ya fluid, when i do it, cuttin ya veins/
slice em up bloody, gettin runny, till nuttin remains/
now ya jus a hollow cage, no blood, or words to save/
in ya rhymebook, cuz my rhymes took, the letters off tha page/
left ya studderin, stumblin, lookin for words to spit out/
but my words that i spit, made ya quit, took the words out ya mouth/

blah blah blah its shit... but i aint battles in a minute

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