Dawg my words are known to be blunt-tight-and-blatant/
Beatin me?U aint got a chance in hell like rollin dice-wit-satan/
If u wanna learn how to rhyme, Im-ya-lesson/
U aint on my level, only way u see me is cuz I shine-flor-escent/
U scared, need to get-out-and-fight, step-out-with-mics/
Im showin no signs of stoppin, like brakes with-out-the-lights/
Im battle-crazed, 'jack-hammerin' flows that 'rattle-gays'/
steppin-to-me, might as well 'back-stroke' through shallow-graves/
want 'beef'?, watch me 'cattle-slaves' & gather-rage so 'hot', it'll make all 'shadows scrap-fa-shade/
Dawg, u dont kno what u got when u stepped into-this-shit/
Cuz I cant be beat, kinda like an impotent-dick/
So its best ta 'wait on pain', I use Spells-To-Sicken/
My foes reside-in-the-south, I bring hell"-ta-victims/
Dont play no games, ya be compelled-ta-witness/
Man, I came wit a plan to flow past-you-faggots/
when I spit I "drop rivers" like Orlando-Magics/
Got u poppin pillz cuz my punches got ya head-aching/
Punk bitch, 'stealin oxygen" is tha only time ya rhymes could be breath-taking/

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stupid ass holes. u all suck.

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Dawg my words are known to be blunt-tight-and-blatant/
Beatin me?U aint got a chance in hell like rollin dice-wit-satan/

^
Try creatin...and relatin...too all the rhymes you say...
'cause if you cant back your shit up, you just sound gay.

If u wanna learn how to rhyme, Im-ya-lesson/
U aint on my level, only way u see me is cuz I shine-flor-escent/

^
Now c'mon, wheres the humour? wheres the truth?...
Lets be honest, YOU WOULDNT LAST 5 MINUTES IN THE BOOTH!


U scared, need to get-out-and-fight, step-out-with-mics/
Im showin no signs of stoppin, like brakes with-out-the-lights/

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Nobodys scared, we come prepared...ITS CALLED A PUNCH
U ''show''in no signs of stoppin
.................does nothin but anger us like the brady bunch (WE DONT WANNA SEE IT!!!)


Im battle-crazed, 'jack-hammerin' flows that 'rattle-gays'/
steppin-to-me, might as well 'back-stroke' through shallow-graves/
^
Ya rattlin gays?...But still you sware your straight??
I think Ya started 'Packin' with all that FUDGE you ate.


want 'beef'?, watch me 'cattle-slaves' & gather-rage so 'hot', it'll make all 'shadows scrap-fa-shade/
Dawg, u dont kno what u got when u stepped into-this-shit/
^
The fuck is this?...it dont rhyme & stretches like a new york Subway
and I aint talkin about the meatball sandwich you had the otherday (TUBBY!!!)


So its best ta 'wait on pain', I use Spells-To-Sicken/
My foes reside-in-the-south, I bring hell"-ta-victims/
^
Talkin bout foes in thesouth...I'm froze at the mouth
and your 'bout as 'Dirty' as a celebrities house!


Dont play no games, ya be compelled-ta-witness/
Man, I came wit a plan to flow past-you-faggots/
^
AGAIN..It doesnt rhyme, but neither do you!!
How you gonna 'Multiply' when you cant even Times 2!


when I spit I "drop rivers" like Orlando-Magics/
Got u poppin pillz cuz my punches got ya head-aching/
^
Pill poppers and magic? I thought i'd like this line
then It got to too the punch, AND AGAIN IT DIDNT RHYME!!!


Punk bitch, 'stealin oxygen" is tha only time ya rhymes could be breath-taking
^
I dont even know why this here,But i'ma diss it anyway..
cause like innocent victims, I think your lifes ambition is gone a stray
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THATS WHAT I THINK OF YOUR LITTLE RAPS SON.

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haha im sorry that wasnt funny. but thanx for the love

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ya welcome you little balla you

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