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Lyrics
Verse 1
You 're a poor excuse for an emccee, dog ya pitiful/
You can play womens soccer but girls still wouldn't kick it to you/
retreat dude you corny, ya own team's routin for me/
This is ya warning, god can't stop you from fallin/
my rhymes like weed, so high you can't touch it/
And like cops catchin villians, ya lyrics is busted/
Come on impact, you and I both know your shits wack/
You can jump on a track but still wouldn't make an impact/
Like an amputated foot, this war will end in your defeat/
Jerkoff while ya rap but you still couldn't flow to a beat/
You don't play sports but big pussies receive foot balls/
I said come hard in this battle so why you jerkin off/
IM da real street disciple, you just script ya cyphers/
Ima pet lover dog, but I don't like to feed the biters/
when ya rhymes gonna stop, you suck more than a lolipop/
When da gun pop, you'll really come off the top/
Gettin on da net is da only time one of ya lines connect/
You don't show any balls so its best you just changed ya sex/
Like ya sex life wit stanks, your pen is just spittin blanks/
Ya ship sank, you puttin out more shit than septic tanks/
Verse 2
This battles like sex, there will be no draws/
Gun clap ya so many times it a feel like applause/
You still a virgin cuz females ain't diggin ya flesh/
Wastin minutes is the only way you havin time wit secs/
No one likes you, even ya own heart attacks/
I'll treat you like a turtle and put da shell on ya back/
Fuck if voters are loyal, ima have to destroy you/
My blood boils, I ain't bustin a nut but im cummin for you/
I was rappin while you were suckin ya mamas titties/
I love pussy but I don't like to play wit da kiddies/
I can't lose to a fake version of bubba sparks/
This is target practice and you just a movin mark/
Put yaself to the test, but you failin this audio N text/
Spray da tech and watch ya heart drop out like kanye west/
Meet my baretta, and I'll show ya whos better/
Im insane and a make ya brains pour like the weather/
Verse 3
Im sealin ya fate, feed off me cuz im increasin da steaks/
Im fillin ya plate, your gut is da reason you holdin weight/
Fuck around and get toasted like a glass a wine/
Im comin to collect and disconnect everyone of ya lines/
You're finished impact so go take ya nap/
You couldn't have a big vocab if you typed ya words in caps/
Da only thing hot about ya crew is lolipops picks/
the rest of yah are just a bunch of pussies wit dicks/
I couldn't feel ya shit if I was a fag/
Fuck wit me and I'll drop this beef in a body bag/
Keep humor in ya rhymes cuz ya voice is a joke/
Jump in a sewer and maybe you can find ya flow/
Stop frontin nigga, you know you love my style/
Da only impact you'll make is ya body hittin da ground/
Im murkin ya whole team until no one is left/
You couldn't come back if you was life after death/
