who in this world think they fuck with the odd/
ya'll dyslectic cause ya'll call me a dog i'm otherwise know as a god/
i penetrate the mind when i ventelate my rhymes/
and demostrate the divine lyrical power in my lines/
i'm both the hottest and coldest compare me to bengay/
or i could just put 23 shots to your chest and back like MJ/
i spit the hottest shit that any man could mannage/
and you can't OVER RUN my style until you actually UNDERSTAND IT/
damn it man don't make me have to kick you accross the planet/
i'll kick you while doin a hand stand while only one hand's planted/
and jump back with a second kick straight into your nose/
damage your throat beat you with you shoes and hang you with your clothes/
then unzip my pants and start pissin on your wounds/
and get even more vicious up under a full moon/
when i transform back into my original state/
a lyrical deamon who uses battles for bait/
and feast and rip the worst up to the fuckin realest/
shit i'll rip myself just to proove that i've even ripped the illest/
i be the new hip-hop inVADER i don't need to be DARTH/
i'm surgical like, i can see if you got heart/
so fuck wit me if you dare i'll even give you the chance/
but your shit'll be over with once i give you a glance/
cause you can run, rap, flow, rhyme as fast as you can/
but you can't catch me cause i'm the gingerbread man/
i'll hit you up or fill you up when my gun's drawn/
leavin mad bodies all over your front lawn/
and i don't do my dirty work i'll let my blade face you/
and i'm a lazy motha fucka i'll let my bullets chase you/
call my bluff check and see if i won't pull it/
just know that your chest is a good place to hide my bullets/
and a good place to hide ya body is under ya house/
then i'll sell all ya shit and rent the motha fucka out/
i'm a sick man with sick plans of total domination/
of all races from the whittess white boy down to the blackess haitian/
face it the shit is basic like finger paitin/
with color pencils and water color bases/
but it's good i'm still doin it i'm never gonna stop it/
i know ya'll wont reply and i know cause i'm the rapbattle prophet/
so here's the out look, ya'll just gonna keep sleepin and shit/
but see ya'll the dumb asses who still readin this shit/
but this will have to be my last bar for this thread/
cause i'm six feet from separtion and 2 minutes from gettin head/

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shut the fuck up

even if i stutter i'll still sh-sh-shit on you/ pun

dead in middle of little of little italy
little did we know that we riddle
some middle man who didn't do ditally/ pun