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NTL? Holy shit that name is whacker than fuck
And sleeper of the tourney? man, they gassin you up
And I've seen the pictures man, where you actin real tough
Thats a killer tee-ball team, all you lackin is gloves
And speakin of those pics, I got some questions to ask ya
Like Why the fuck is Warbux stranded in Alaska?
...lil bastard, you dancin with the masta
I'd let you walk home, but an ambulance is fasta
Has anybody else ever heard of this kid?
With 4,000 posts youd think that we'd heard who he is, but not
a word on this kid, I just know he's logged daily
and sits behind the screen more than Tom Brady
He seems like the quiet type keepin his business
So I check his myspace just to peep whats hes written
and the people he spit with, I'm beaten these bitches
Cuz this cats talken more than Sabrina's the witches
Wanna compare us? Lemme show you my motto
You tryna fuck with the Don, then you Rosie O'Donnell
...Or an apprentice, I'm boxin you silly
Till you missin your left eye like t-boz and chilly
I'll stay as far away when I leave my drop off,
cuz Hot shot, It looks like your head's about to pop off
And you can try hidin it, but Im waiting for him to lift his neck
and have some candy come up out of it
If NTLs a problem then Punch is raw medicine
cuz None and Losing goes hand in hand like arm wrestlin
And it aint even worth it to save this clown's breath
So I'll put his soul to rest, like James Brown's death
Can't you picture him ridin his black taurus
Rockin a cell phone thats bigger than Zack Morris'
A crowd of people ask "Can you rap for us?"
Till they realized this jokes been killed more than Chuck Norris
If you in debt, you can bet his death is me
The Stash I pack is bigger than Dennis Eckersley's
So if you testin me, I'll DC Snipe ya
And have you breathin out a tube like a deep sea diver
It aint hard to tell my verse the first place post
It'll make you hit the ground like a third base coach
And Round 4 marchin his way? You gotta
Better chance seein a group of black guys startin the Wave
And now they askin who the best, and I'm patient but the truth is
It's not you, it's me, like relationship excuses
In all his pics, he posin like he macho
So now watch me rearrange his face like picasso
And I alreay know in every sentence he bout ta
Drop more nameflips than dyslexic announcers
Must be the reason your music sucks, if you killed a nameflip
It's only because its overused as fuck
Plus you harmonize the same in every single song
Till its sounding more like a children's sing-a-long
Try to stay in shape, you fake Em, you aint wild
This battle's a marathon but he stuck on the 8 mile
He real shady, knockin all his flows off
Watch me go and throw some darts at this rock em sock em robot
...You never stood a chance, so don't hurt your brain kid
Just get it through your head like Kurt Cobain did
He's a joke, You can only hope that he'd blast
He rolling deep, reading books with the OC cast
You lost it jerk, playing rock, pappers, scissors with R. Kelley
to see who's comin out of the closet first
You're a nerd, dont even bother, Look
I Slaughter rooks before they can finish they Harry Potter books
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