haha aight..
challengin me, like you had somethin to prove?
you best shit, bittin and prewritten, still gon lose..
still-gon-bruise, the challenger, whoever tries..
the audience can 'see' i won, even wit 'glass eyes'..
suprise, you wack, only ill with down-sydrome..
you out of place dawg, like callin DEATH a PALINDROME...
cut ya shit, no one beats me, im way to vicious..
ya homies verse looked suspicious, biting can lead to stitches..
lyrical perfection? really tho, you need-work..
fuck wasting time on you, i abbreviate..the T-hurts.. (truth)
ya rhymes get ate, like puttin fries in front of Pun..
melt ya whole verse, like Ice-T in front tha Sun..
i dont front wit guns, i really got heat..
and if you need verification? i fill ya body..
wit them .45's, .22's, chose ya assailant..
prevailin, once again, fuck rainin its hailin..
and while you lookin for the switch off your motherfuckin computer..
beanie, mask-down, im that net banger shooter..
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