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He can’t stay alive forever/
Tie him up with his moms together/
My chrome 9 ....hit him on the dome spine and whatever/
Beats…rhymes whatever…just know that mines are better/
Don’t leak the fat out your ass trying to stop me/
Your beats don’t shock me/
They sloppy…bring your whole posse/
I dual like Natzi’s/
I pop emcees…You pop sunflower seeds/
Never test this dude/
You gonna level who/
I put poison in your food/
Since you love to eat/
Cut your throat let you bleed/
Your folks got you gassed/
My folks…toake iron fast/
Cause when the Iron blast/
You’ll quit eying fast/
Every rhyme...outshine his tan lines/
Show him the hot weather without holding nine/
He’s a waste of time…SO/
I’m gonna throw punches as big as his waist line/
And this ain’t a hate crime/
I grab both of his arms/
Tape him with pipe bombs/
Slay him with lights on/
One push of the button and his life’s gone/
But it might not even happen cause he might kill him self with the diet that hes on/
I’m running thru these faggots like marathons/
Y he gotta go against me…I think his head is gone/
You talk alotta trash…but the type to see a fight and walk hella fast/
I’m the type to throw jabs till the coroner rap you in a bag/
He don’t need rap…he needs atkins diet/
Your whole style is wack…I’m laughing by it/
What you deaf, your brain dead/
I’ll coke u and leave you with a sprained neck/
Cause I give out hair line fractures/
Even to bald dudes/
You gonna Halt who/
Your ass can’t fit in my shoes/
But I’ll put my shoes in your ass/
I’m the nightmare from your past/
I’ll blow past this fag/
My bars are like missles/
Throw punches and leave S dizzle/
Now you holdin’ crutches/
I hold no grudges/
Now bring in the judges/
And end this shit fast/
Cause rapbattles is his life/
I got life...rapbattles is just for time pass/