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I, rip you so quick you cant see/
Will, you kno you cant win pansy/
Drop, leavin you six feet under/
You, until you feel this thunder/
Who is this ph dash? Nigga cant even spell his name/
Better quit no continue when you die this aint a game/
You have no shame, you suck dick tha only way your rhymes sick/
Spittin jizz on tha mic, I aint even gonna touch it/
Burnt to a crisp? Not even heated, your lines don’t touch me/
Take a bath with a toaster tha only way you pop tha bubbly/
Shoot you 8 times tha only way you compare to fifty//
Fag, you were like ew when Madonna kissed Britney/
Fob rapper like dsong nigga talking about eatin duk/
My raps get your head bobbin, so its natural you suck/
Takin bong hits out of a seven eleven dildo/
You’re killed slow, you homo, got aids so now you’re ill? No/
You talking ku klux klan then you try an call me white?/
Fine you are too good now imma give up, syche/
Like being a beggar in nyc, you just don’t make sense/
My verse is like a crowbar, ill spit it until your face dents/
I, rip you so quick you cant see/
Will, you kno you cant win pansy/
Drop, leavin you six feet under/
You, until you feel this thunder/
You studderin when your rappin, you’re flows ARE theoretical/
Cuz they aren’t real, you leave me laughin, attempts hysterical/
Ill leave you an stooky both wit blood drippin out your ears/
Cuz I cut your eardrums with these flows made outta glass cuz its clear/
Im tha winner, embodiment all of your fears/
Hear my footsteps comin, ill kill you before I get near/
Alliances are shiftin, tha whack against tha gifted/
Me an dk against tha fake, you niggas finished we have no limits/
Sped you look retarded in your xanga pic you need an ass kickin/
Leave you wit nothing but crumbs that’s left of popcorn chicken/
rhymes slice your spine to make you feel it, cut your ego like blades/
wrestled, pulled tha pin then threw you, blow you up like a grenade/
its over like nas killed hova, like lapd/
and you were Rodney king you were made to get beat, too easy/
you think you can take me your inspirational idol?/
this is true hip hop not some freestyle Saturday recital/
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