aight, aight....i guess i'll start then...spit your shit within 20 minutes yo... standard house rules...10-15 lines....aight...

i'm the kind of guy you don't mess wit//
i'll turn this mic into a weapon,
and have it eatin' whatever brains you got left like breakfast//
don't believe me then check this//
yeah, i stumble on stage like i'm reckless,
but i still got the skills to turn you into wreckage//
ill rip you into a beverage//
just check my records//
in the end i'll have your head hangin' from my necklace//
what's my message?
thinkin' you can take me; i'll smoke you like a Nes Quik//
you and all your lez friends//
the shit that you rap, what kind of shit was that?
a whip-whippity snap,
a rippity-rip, rip, smack...slap the brat for bein' fat//

u gunna battle yo Lil Nae2.....come on...let's get this show on the road...

what? you too pussy to post your shit? come on bitch....

u dumb azz y da fuk ima waste my time wit dis bitch n bitch slap n it aint gon get recorded hey wen u put dis shit n front line hit me up

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