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Wird of Pley's voice hasn't changed, don't know what you snortin
So if it seems hotter now, then you can blame global warming
I gotta warn him, though losses are hard to recover
but I've faced harder Bosses playin Super Mario Brothers
I learned from my mother, somethin bout your verse, b
Sticks and stones could break my bones, yo, but Wird's will never hurt me
Now he curse me, cuz I finally know the answer
They askin Who's the Boss? and I'm tellin em Tony Danza
And he act big on here, but in real life they tellin me
That word's only the center of attention at a spelling bee
After slaughtering Sever who would've thought it would go from that
To scratchin all the hard to reach spots on his back
Same with engineer, man, you went from wipin him
And likin him, to end up tryna scam your ice from him
Try it on me, and I'm fightin him, call me Tanya Harding
I'll break your leg and make sure you never touch the ice again
And Engineer's a pioneer with his version of rap
He's the first person to make his battle verse a collab
He couldn't make a straight line on his own in a whole verse
That's why he'd fail a sobriety test when he's sober
Actually fuck it, the officer wouldnt even let him show him
Cuz the concrete couldn't hold him and China might be below him
Fat fuck, I've never seen him move from his placement
Skrybe had to buy him a bus ticket just to move him to his basement
And Engy gettin pussy, sorry doggy that's a big No!
You aint get hoes, yo, your shaped like my big toe
You fat shit, the fact is, you're whiter than my ass is
You look like someone went and peeled the label off of chapstick
Theres not doubt this guy is fakin, he a monster?
More like a bird, cuz he goes down south on Hibernation
I aint afraid that you'll run, you're shape is like a thumb
Grocery shoppers prolly go and mistake him for a plum
And Nahmed's voice does nothin but annoys me, so now
I'm fuckin up the management worse than an Enron employee
Even his boys agree, that last place is where I see him
So weak that I don't need to speak, my adlibs will beat em
....no answer....
.....like throat cancer
How you beat guys talkin all these Weak rhymes
I've heard of frogs in your throat, but this motha fucka gotta a bee hive
I see why, you needed more time just to battle me
Cuz you sound like a Furby when its runnin out of batteries
I'll make a grand weidger that he eats sand paper
Cuz it sounds like he cleans his throat with a damn razor
Or he eats those popsicles with the shards of glass
Plus his skin is darker than a Rhawfax track
Watch me put an end to this, black version of Ken Kaniff
Theres no reason to make a punch outta this, yo, your ending 5th
When it comes to Nimrod I won't never turn my back
It's not that he's dangeroous, im afraid that he Checkin out my ass
He used to rap about wizards and fairies in slumbers
Now he raps about crack cuz Omen put one in his bumper
Bring me Zewdy, and I'll hump her, turn her out and compact her
Matter fact, I'll lay out the foundation like a contractor
You won't win so Dont test me,
You gotta betta chance of seein Nimrod pronouncin Silhoutte correctly
"We aren't in the building, We are the building"
So wait, You tryna tell me you're a fuckin building?
Well I'm not IN the bulldozer, I am the bulldozer
That's come to run the every last one of you fools over
So move over, Nimrod, and take back your gold hat
Quit rap and focus on picking some fucking clothes that match
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