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I should shatter your jaw, thinking you be rapping so raw
the fact is, you practice, you still wacker then all
i laugh at your bars, you ain't taking this man
when im shaking your hand, only time im handed a loss
IM OWNING THIS NOW, AND im holdin it down
his flow is more of joke, then watching old shows of bozo the clown
BUT IM SICK OF THIS DUDE, he little type
and YOUR CONCERT IS SPONSERED by miller light, cause all you gettin is booze
SO when i roll up, i ain't hoping you die
but i'll put you to coma, so i can put close to demeyes
and that 300 dollars, you ain't holding the prize
better off, dead and lost, MIGHT AS WELL forfiet your life
SPIT BETTER, DAWG U SICK NEVER? HAD A GOOD run
But goodluck, cause your times out like chris webber.
LETS STOP WITH THE FUN, and you a goner for one
im michaelangelo, lets see whose quicker drawing the gun
but you been talkin alot, IT's ALL NONense
i'll put the fuckin dart in your heart so don't talk bitch
i'll have you rot in the park, with no consious
so you better guard with your hawk, like joe johnson
You mistaking me dude,
rap could be dance dance revolution, you still ain't making a move
Better stay in your shoes, before i brake you the news,
that im pacing this through, and you still favored to lose
Im tellin this fag, you aint ready to pass
this kid shouldve been trashed in the end of the pack
and im tellin a fact, and ima kill this bitch
cause if you win, that shit is rigged, like the nba draft
I don't know if you british or what,
but your flow and delivery fucked, and as whole you lyrically suck
FUCK
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