Alright...
Battling a known killa...
Hope it's at least a thrilla...




My record reads that my rhymes are poor, but they're rich I fuckin assure YOU...
Losses to me are like dicks to a whore, forgotten the second they SPEW.
You see you're THROUGH, totally SCREWED, for underestimating this lyrical journeyMAN.
I've got the two wins, so you know it's within, even Buster had his TYSON.

Uppercut to your jaw, then drop the cross, have you lookin for that mouthPIECE.
Dizzy in your HEAD, being put to BED, your brain function's totally CEASE.
Since your not the Real DEAL, ain't HolyFIELD, it ain't gonna be you that beats ME...
Cause this Buster's gonna BUST YA, totally DISGUST YA, knock your ass out: LITERALLY!

Now check this ending, G Unit...

You're like Close Encounters, but of the Turd KIND...
Holding SHIT, you call SPIT, a septic tank comes to MIND.
You eat FECES, like REESES PIECES, and happen to look like ET...
An ALIEN, who's FAILING, this art of ASSAILING, is gonna get killed by ME.

Well...
That's that.

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