Your style is generic, mines authentic made//
I roll like a renegade, you need clenigay//
My technique's bazarre and ill//
I scar and kill//
You were a star till I served you like a bar and grill//
And I'll proceed to cook and grill ya//
That's all it took to kill ya//
You betta recognize me like I look familar//
You wanna battle? You eat around the bush//
like you scared to lick pussy, so you eat around the tush//
I need a clown to push, someone that I could bully//
Wait a minute, I dont think you understand fully//
See me witout a style is like mustard without the heinz//
I'll leave you new schooled, cause your just a busta without the rhymes//
I'll bust the shit outcha lines//


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