Rd.1 RhymeNReason $500 Audio Tournament
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Ur wack and u wont cheat the habbit...ya unknown cuz no one peeps a faggot
I'll eat the ravage...your not the good son, because i'll beat this maggot
Your punches is what my front withstood...I'll hit homers while you bunt the wood
I'll gun ya hood...and im the dyslexic one, because i'll son you good
And I'll clown ya deck...dont pull guns kid, because i'll down ya tech
I pound and wreck...I got you on the ropes, cuz its around your neck
I'll curb a square...and i'll have you seeing yourself like a tyler durden stare
I'll disturb and scare and you couldnt be a boss rockin old urban wear
I'm fast and my track goal stands...you dont got the touch cuz i pack gold hands
I attack bold clans...ur not good son, just change your name to wack old man
Kid, your jockin my meat...you couldnt win this game locking the cheats
There's no stopin my heat..and you couldnt ante up with me rockin my beat
Your illusions had...and there's no need to punch cuz i'll shoot n stab
Your contusions bad...I'll even beat the good son, like an abusive dad
My guns? This'll stop flags...You dont hold bigger than me, so dont flip flop mags
Your one of those hip hop fags....dont try and get hefty because ive met bigger zip lock bags
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