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ya album go for free, cuz u know that its wack/
and dog i downloaded that and had to uplaod it back/
audio crack, i know exactly how yall named that trash/
cuz anyone who copped that probably broke it in half/
so peep the astronomy, and opened my eyelids/
cuz if garcia's vega, then quota is sirus/
im brightest in the game, he just claimin that a star/
but im layin him on the cement like the walk of fame/
dayum mayn, so basically u gettin left on the curb/
while im spitten punchlines that goin murder this herb/
u got alot of energy but what u spitten is abusurd/
u the 2006 version of xover the verb/
u wanna win, then come harder then that rookie/
cuz all ya lines comin out dryer then bad pussy/
try and over look me, until i come through and bomb the shit/
and when they find ya body they goin label it anonymous/
so when that drama hits,imma overwhelm u with dominance/
this dude big headed and i aint talkin bout confidence/
cuz when it come to rhymin this nigga got no skillz/
but whoever did ya cornrows had to charge u for corn fields/
and ill steal ya thunder/
and slit ya adams apple as soon as i find out which one of ya chins its under/
this nigga 400 pounds atleast/
feet stomp holes in streets, basically he a beast/
and i did my research, got the info on this dude/
but it all lies, i mean listen to this fool/
he said that he was cool/
he 2000 home coming king, yea maybe at an all girl school/
u aint gotta front we know u dread this/
cuz ill have u leaking quicker then the super head flick/
u needin to keep dreamin, and stick to guzzlin semen/
cuz all that cheesin and weezin just wastin air that we breathin/
but i aint even goin need it, cuz crew got it flipped dog/
u gotta have some sort of skills to be slept on/
fam...talkin gangsta shit like a soprano/
but with out the facial hair u look like rosie odonald/
man u need to cut that hair, thats on gay shit/
or maybe that some shit ya boyfriend like to play with/
claimed he played ball in school, but u a lame bitch/
make this ex player jet like joe nameth/
soon as he entered the battle, leavin him so shook/
so shook that he got a worse stutter then george bush/
chalk this square like hop scotch/
*the rest was freestyled*
