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the battles set you ready hoe?/
i'll mess your head up yo/
and scatter peices of words like alphabet spaghettios/
werd thinks he can spell, c'mon and battle me/
i'll connect metal to your head like duracell batteries/
being you, i would make a few sequels/
words never seein me, like i hang with mute people/
i hit your chest on purpose/
while throwin tek's at this clown like workin refs at a circus/
man your nervous/
wanna get hit with a glock or a pound/
cause i'll make black dissapear like sun pokin through clouds/
put a rope on this child/
cause dude your an a-hole/
you'll meet a halo/
like introduced to the angels/
your the whackest kid yo/
get smacked or killed hoe/
while my lines always over words like spanish symbols/
