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look at him with his tattered tuxedo//
he thinks hes gangsta but all he is a speedo//
talkin bout you burried me six feet under//
but i beat your a** once that makes niggas wonder//
sup homies my clothes are new//
you juss mad at a ***** dressed betta then you//
not my fault your moms a prostitute//
ahah you amd cuz i get blown more then a flute//
so lil homie dont try and step up ***** you will die//
c'mon lil homie i dont wanna make yah moms cry emo //
you gayer then richard simmons with twice the videos//
you get no action cuz your face is hideous//

i'll take it easy on this cracka, i mnea look at his rhymes//
i'm waste you so hard it should be a crime//
you a disgrace to them niggas in blue//
but ******** that one chance cuz this niggas new//
dont even reply you gittin on mha nerves//
i'ma ride or die CRIP i'ma serve//
i'm a true ***** with no remorse//
you never killed no one but say hide my corpse//
sayin i'm MJ but look at you ***** errnight u touch lil boys//
you like richard simmons with two times the sex toys//
you about as famous as K-Fed himself//
you got no cd sales and no books on yah shelf//
u an illiterate white boy tryna make a quick buck//
well just like K-Fed your raps suck//
so bye bye for now u crazy ******** cracka//
you gittin whack mangg i'm only gettin black-ka//

if you want something said to you face, I'll come say it ya straight/
you shouldn't be called a free-stylist, more like a rapper's bait/
'cause all you can do is get every lyric you send sent back with full arm force/
that's why every time you say a rhyme, you end in the confessional with remorse/
Might as well write on your tombstone, worthless piece of sh**/
'cause all your worth is target shooting, pellet after pellet/

A real rapper like me sets trends while you b****es just jump on di**s/
but when it comes to straight battlin' I'm as hard as the Great Wall's bricks/
you can't do damage unless it's hurtin' your country or your own pride/
I bet my sister could rhyme betta than you could and she doesn't need to lie/
see, I'm a 45 callibure killer that ain't fake or without any filler/
I run my streets so don't try to act like Michael or any other fake raper/
'cause where I live, I do what I do executioner style with a sirenge/
slashin' and cuttin' down your rhymes with you and each one of your own limbs/
but when I come to your hood, I come in hard and without no bodyguard/
smokin' and hurtin' everyone of you b****es and then going later to a bard/
I might not know what you be smokin' or drinkin' but when you get outta line your mine/
I'm the federal officer, and the judge and I say an offence against me is a crime/
I might have grown up from the suburbs, but I have gotten enough taste from the game/
why do you think that every rhyme you done I've been able to slip out like David Blaine/
so the next time you think of startin' something wit me or rewind back now/
I'll play this game all over again and lay this fake soldier the fu** down/

stomp your foot down, nobody cares
you control no life and i killl with a stare
i bet your thinkin that this s**t is not fair
thats why in prison you take it in the a** while i got you by the hair
so you better sit back and just ******** chill
because i do this with my own free will

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Who do you think you rapping for, people gone blind or people sick in the mind?/
'cause I definetelly should have plucked out my eyes after how you tried to shine/
you should hang up those boxing gloves and that fake hand gun/
'cause the true rappers and fighters come from where I spawn from/
and that's from the M.I.A, the true gangsta city next to A.T.L/
if you were sentenced there, your talk will get you dead or in jail/
'cause you talk sh** to every guy here, but the difference between us and you i that we can snap back/
pullin' out a lyrical AK-47 and shootin' bullet after bullet on any track/
while you talkin' 'bout how your penetrate a guy like p***s up an a**/
talk 'bout gay 'cause you just stuck your p***s in your dad for 12 dollars cash/
so before you talk about hittin' hard on the streets until your barely with breath/
remember that we got more than one gun and we ain't smokin' lyrical meth/

If you don't want cencored s**t, fine I can deal wit that/
'cause I'm just bein' nice, but now I'm gonna step on your rhyme like a dormatt/
you make fun of me 'cause I'm Catholic, but I'm gonna make fun of you when you're dead/
'cause when your dead, your going to be fined to eternity in hell and tortued 'till your body burns red/
'cause here's some news for ya, "Dirt you are and dirt you shall return"/
and then those worms will eat your body also, and making it disappear all in turn/
don't talk that s**t to me 'cause what you say is what you will become/
so...let's see....you will become short, hard to look at, and lookin' pretty plum/
betta take out your umbrella 'cause my rhymes are comin' to ya full force/
I ain't no kid anymore, instead I'm the cloud that rhymes without a source/

this "fish bait" is about to flip this food chain rap s**t upside down/
I'ma put you to the ground and put me on a pedistal with a crown/
see, I'm used to people sayin' s**t 'bout my name, but frankly I don't care/
'cause you might be able to talk, but in the end, who's got all the warfare?/
I'm able to put those whack a** bars you drop and send them right back at you/
and I can take that lyrical gun you got and pop a line right back at you/
but let me tell you something, thinking is not my thing and that's why I do freestyle/
'cause in freestyle, it's all for free and you don't use your mind, but your opponent's file/
see, this deceased worm doesn't only have diseases, but a few more tricks under the skin/
so I'll just bite the living s**t out of ya and then lyrically kill you like a soul with sin/
I will never bow down to someone lower than me, especially this b*****d/
'cause the only thing he's good for is target practice or for a dirty sanchez with diarea terds/
so the Outlaw is waterproof, I still got lyrics that spit blazing fire/
and there isn't any fireman today so you betta turn that skin into fireproof or retire/