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Ima bout to pull this bitches card...beat the shit out of uniek with the flag, scarred by stars and bars...call the doctor to bandage your wounds, only for me to re-open them when i rip you from earth to neptune...when im finished, I will have nothing left to step-too...for what's its worth...if you listen closely you will be enlightened by your rebirth...I know your verse will be weak, head back to ya comp and reherse...verbals disperse to immurse your mind to the depths of darkness...when i kill you by ripping out your main artery, your death will be heartless...damn I dunno if im hot or cold, but im nice regardless...im like a vulture eating your carcass...ill teach you not to talk shit...if you belive in god, pray not to cross-this...im not hesitant, no pauses...your intillect will be ruptured, by my raw-hits...since my verse enter's ya cranium on point, ill puncture your infa-structure...ya just a jaw jabberin sucker...talkin shit to people you dont know...my punches damage your pride like a low blow...even with a foot in your mouth, you cant battle me in audio toe too toe...disectin your anatomy, ill stamp my album cover to your forehead and use it as my promo...all the courage in the world couldnt add up to my tenacity...when im finished tearin you even doctor kavorkian wouldnt know what to do with your body cavity...stabbing you with the energizer bunny, now thats assult and battery...it's not my fault your a wack-fuck...if we was racing my first line would have you passed-up...my rhymes will have you consealed like a sandwich, wrapped-up...just stand up, and take this beating like a man...everybody told me you were prophecee's biggest fan, but why talk shit i dont understand...too me your non-existant like brother's in the klan...back to the drawing board techniek needs to revise a new plan...its your demise...i despise talentless emcees trying to imply they hold skill...i unleash disgruntled sickness like a mail carrier goin post-ill...son, you couldnt spit dope shit if ya words were codine coated...couldnt get a second chance in this battle even if it was reposted...and last I want to say your lines could only sound ill, if I was sick on my death bed and had them quoted...
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