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So this mutha fucca accepted my challenge//
got him "leaning" , like a "fat kid wit no balance"//
im not battleing a "queer" so it must be a "fagget"//
its your "funeral" and ill leave ya "death tragic"//
only time his styles "X" is when da "porns" on//(STYLE-X)
quit tryin to be "bigger" you still gettin "stomped on"//
i heard da topic battle, that shitt was weak//
did it come out ya "head", cuz u speak like they "leaked"//
even if i hit chu wit a "poll" you wouldnt get "votes"//
waves hitting ya "shiP" is the only time you rocc the "boat"//
damn you betta depend on your fuccen diccriderz/
ill cracc diz guys "face" like i fuccen "Kicc Smiles"//
murkin diz guy wit a "triple X style"//
i guess "69" is consider ur style//
and ya name iz tru, ill leave you history// (X Styles)
strict like "viet parents" ill raise my fist at thi//
so be aware when my punchlinez chase you down//
ill pound ya face so that its buried in da ground//
dawg make sure that you run and hide//
cuz mayn my punches will catch you by suprise//
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