as many lines as u want and i spit first

you wanna rush me, you can't touch me, trust me//
cuz you weigh too dusty, and rusty, and busted//
you betta' shop that make you pop up from lock up//
but you tell your folks to hold you're jack up//
to back up to back up//
I'm ready, so sit down or go ta your room//
watch out watch out//
call me the hit man cuz I make you wanna call time-out//
then I make your Mom cry-out, when I take your ho fine-out//
then watch me take ya and fake ya and shake ya and
break ya//
and see you on hold until you mak her//

ur turn to spit

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yo r u goin or are u sleeping
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vote me nametag is to pussish to battle me he knows im gonna win .................................................. .............................................

How you figure you gonna win,with a verse like that...
Go back and elevate, some more in some rap chat...
your about as soft,as a dick in a swimmin' pool...
your thoughts could never have pens murder inc. like ja rule...
Probably in catholic school...
you got to be a faggot....cause you on your knees more then catholics on sunday...
You goin' no where,he's just hungry for fame like models on a runway...
murder you under a subway...
so how you carryin' weight?Your loosin' it...