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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 2:49 pm
Wow...that was weak
I'm crazy and I go hard
that's why I'm Maddiox
and you've just plucked the wrong card
you'll end up in a box
if your had good common sense
you would have given up by now
but I see you're the enemy who needs some calming down
maybe there's something wrong
is there something in your c**t?
Chi town's windy for one reason
I farted on that b***h
you fake a** gansta *****'s make me so ******** sick
so leave it to the black people
your lies are ******** thick
you carry all these weapons
and claim that you start shootin
a three year old can shoot a gun
so b***h what are you provin?
it takes a man to square up
and go blow for blow
but then again you are from the Midwest
you wouldn't know
you rhymes are Dr. Seuss
and my rhymes are Dr. Dre
so turn around and travel down
Chuck E. Cheese is that way arrow
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 8:24 pm
Ace Zero Two on one It takes a weak ***** to call that fun Yall talk the talk but cant run the run You call your town gary what the ******** is that Ya town is wacker then shaq Im gonna blaze Chi town next That s**t is wacker then joe budden And dumber then elmer fudd en I dont need to fear your ryhmes But by the time mines over Have yo asses cryin on yo momma shoulder Come to baltimore and see what i mean While you guys stuck in yo houses eatin some lean cuisines kick it back in yo home town Say that s**t B-More we burn you in the ground What hip experts come from yo town maybe Bitches like justin what gos around comes around While yall are anticipating i already started inateing <******** the waitin while we were creatin Yall phonys start hatein an we dont worry Gangstas in ya town weak as toy soilders I shouldnt be tellin everyone already told ya (I didnt wanna get in but you guys made me bringin towns) What the hll is man talking about? Another Baltimore f**... Is this what Ballen is? Another whack mc what a drag I am not even going to go over ten lines Because that would be just a waste of time I am only going to end this with one rymhe Going to spit this and spell it out for you slow so you can understand with time I got Three words for Ace and Maddix <******** you bitches.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 8:30 pm
Maddiox 3 Wow...that was weak I'm crazy and I go hard that's why I'm Maddiox and you've just plucked the wrong card you'll end up in a box if your had good common sense you would have given up by now but I see you're the enemy who needs some calming down maybe there's something wrong is there something in your c**t? Chi town's windy for one reason I farted on that b***h you fake a** gansta *****'s make me so ******** sick so leave it to the black people your lies are ******** thick you carry all these weapons and claim that you start shootin a three year old can shoot a gun so b***h what are you provin? it takes a man to square up and go blow for blow but then again you are from the Midwest you wouldn't know you rhymes are Dr. Seuss and my rhymes are Dr. Dre so turn around and travel down Chuck E. Cheese is that way arrow Eh the children at Chuckie Cheese are more gangster then you man So you need to watch yo back before you ever spit before it hits the fan Because when it Goes that far and you cross that rode I will be in your face with mace spraying you with some thing colder than ice I don't make threats its only a promise because these are the Streets of the Midwest So don't test us. The only place were you can get gat for talking bout a gat I don't think you want it with rap maybe you should pick some Hanson OR maybe some Crunk Music because when I shoot at you betta be Dancin Cause that's the only way I am going to miss But I didn't Miss Ace's Girlfriend's face when I shot my first load she kissed the d**k But I am going to make you lick the 9 before I make you kiss yo but goodbye I don't have time for this two weak rip offs of Vanilla Ice So I am going to spit on your grave and go play some Dice Because both of you fags are probley tossing each other salad Drago the Truth
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 8:41 am
Maddiox 3 Wow...that was weak I'm crazy and I go hard that's why I'm Maddiox and you've just plucked the wrong card you'll end up in a box if your had good common sense you would have given up by now but I see you're the enemy who needs some calming down maybe there's something wrong is there something in your c**t? Chi town's windy for one reason I farted on that b***h you fake a** gansta *****'s make me so ******** sick so leave it to the black people your lies are ******** thick you carry all these weapons and claim that you start shootin a three year old can shoot a gun so b***h what are you provin? it takes a man to square up and go blow for blow but then again you are from the Midwest you wouldn't know you rhymes are Dr. Seuss and my rhymes are Dr. Dre so turn around and travel down Chuck E. Cheese is that way arrow Weak? Your the definition of weak dude. Your a** needs to be on the White Rapper Show or something. But you'd get cut before the show even started... Seriously, you don't realize how much you suck. I know, Drago knows it, Ace knows, damn all of B-more knows it. Cypher says I'm dope, you still playin' on the swing-set of rap. Midwest takin' Baltimore to church. My rhymes are dope, yours aren't even good enough to smoke, Yous a damn joke, that ain't even funny, Like your homo a** tryin' to hit on a damn hunny, Hurricane be stormin' up B-town, it ain't gettin' sunny, How you gonna calm me down lil' sonny?, Just cuz my rhymes are hard, and yours are soft and gummy, Speakin' of worms, b***h, we'll take you to the dirt before church, Whoop you like David to Goliath, your body lost in the search, Perch it on the steeples of Baltimore, Medusa starin' up top, What tears dribble, when your own people throwin' up rocks, Cocks for brains, b***h, you ******** in the head, How you gonna call me white, when you aint' even seen me yet? You ain't G, you ain't ever fed the block outta your own pocket. You don't know s**t b***h, I'll bury you in a casket and lock it, Rip you apart, appendage by appendage, outta the socket, But thats after my fists light you up like a rocket, f** you fart, but your own bitches c**k it, With dicks longer than yours, and longer than your flows, at their pinnacles, B-town full of emcees that can't even rhyme double syllables, Don't wrap that s**t on the Doctor, West pockets your pinchin', Dre will send you to the Midwest, cuz he heard their lynchin', Snitchin', no great rapper comes from B-more presently, It ain't ever going to happen cuz of you evidently, You shook physically, and mentally, and HAVE already given up, b***h, B-more a bunch of dead bodies, who gon' pick em up? We play it like the Game, cuz you fags tryin' to stick it up, I piss on Baltimore, b***h, and you all still lick it up, TOOK you to church, Baltimore, ain't gonna B, no more, Drago and I whooped your sorry a** with your own bible on the floor, Stand up bitches. Preachin' you religion with my rhymes. Chi-town takin' a s**t on you ********. Midwest.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 12:09 pm
Jashu you mention dicks a lot
what is up with that?
Drago you say you shoot a glock
you gets no respect
both of you run a Naruto guild
what the heck?!
I'm about to go and grab an old one
wait a sec
I have nothing against Naruto
mind you that
it's when you start to act like an O.G
I get mad
I don't front or stunt
I'm just an average guy
and I've never killed before
but your rhymes are gonna die
Come on you two, listen
do you really own a gun?
you tryin to play gangsta
cause you think that s**t is fun
"Drago the Truth?"
Oh no, that's quite the opposite
your ******** rhymes are filled with lies
and you've just got to admit
I've got you beaten
and desperation tactics are in play
come to B-more reppin Chi Town
and make the front page
I can see the headline now
"Young Cracker Lost and Never Found"
But they assume your a** was drowned
we gotta bring out the blood hounds
or better yet, get my loser scanner
I'll look for that kid
down to harbor and I look
"Hey, There he is!"
Maddiox, The Real Truth! (Try rapping about something that's actually true, guys. This whole poser thing is getting out of hand!)
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 9:26 pm
jashu555 Maddiox 3 Wow...that was weak I'm crazy and I go hard that's why I'm Maddiox and you've just plucked the wrong card you'll end up in a box if your had good common sense you would have given up by now but I see you're the enemy who needs some calming down maybe there's something wrong is there something in your c**t? Chi town's windy for one reason I farted on that b***h you fake a** gansta *****'s make me so ******** sick so leave it to the black people your lies are ******** thick you carry all these weapons and claim that you start shootin a three year old can shoot a gun so b***h what are you provin? it takes a man to square up and go blow for blow but then again you are from the Midwest you wouldn't know you rhymes are Dr. Seuss and my rhymes are Dr. Dre so turn around and travel down Chuck E. Cheese is that way arrow Weak? Your the definition of weak dude. Your a** needs to be on the White Rapper Show or something. But you'd get cut before the show even started... Seriously, you don't realize how much you suck. I know, Drago knows it, Ace knows, damn all of B-more knows it. Cypher says I'm dope, you still playin' on the swing-set of rap. Midwest takin' Baltimore to church. My rhymes are dope, yours aren't even good enough to smoke, Yous a damn joke, that ain't even funny, Like your homo a** tryin' to hit on a damn hunny, Hurricane be stormin' up B-town, it ain't gettin' sunny, How you gonna calm me down lil' sonny?, Just cuz my rhymes are hard, and yours are soft and gummy, Speakin' of worms, b***h, we'll take you to the dirt before church, Whoop you like David to Goliath, your body lost in the search, Perch it on the steeples of Baltimore, Medusa starin' up top, What tears dribble, when your own people throwin' up rocks, Cocks for brains, b***h, you ******** in the head, How you gonna call me white, when you aint' even seen me yet? You ain't G, you ain't ever fed the block outta your own pocket. You don't know s**t b***h, I'll bury you in a casket and lock it, Rip you apart, appendage by appendage, outta the socket, But thats after my fists light you up like a rocket, f** you fart, but your own bitches c**k it, With dicks longer than yours, and longer than your flows, at their pinnacles, B-town full of emcees that can't even rhyme double syllables, Don't wrap that s**t on the Doctor, West pockets your pinchin', Dre will send you to the Midwest, cuz he heard their lynchin', Snitchin', no great rapper comes from B-more presently, It ain't ever going to happen cuz of you evidently, You shook physically, and mentally, and HAVE already given up, b***h, B-more a bunch of dead bodies, who gon' pick em up? We play it like the Game, cuz you fags tryin' to stick it up, I piss on Baltimore, b***h, and you all still lick it up, TOOK you to church, Baltimore, ain't gonna B, no more, Drago and I whooped your sorry a** with your own bible on the floor, Stand up bitches. Preachin' you religion with my rhymes. Chi-town takin' a s**t on you ********. Midwest. I cant respond to that i dont believe in god neutral
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 10:46 pm
Maddiox 3 Jashu you mention dicks a lot what is up with that? Drago you say you shoot a glock you gets no respect both of you run a Naruto guild what the heck?! I'm about to go and grab an old one wait a sec I have nothing against Naruto mind you that it's when you start to act like an O.G I get mad I don't front or stunt I'm just an average guy and I've never killed before but your rhymes are gonna die Come on you two, listen do you really own a gun? you tryin to play gangsta cause you think that s**t is fun "Drago the Truth?" Oh no, that's quite the opposite your ******** rhymes are filled with lies and you've just got to admit I've got you beaten and desperation tactics are in play come to B-more reppin Chi Town and make the front page I can see the headline now "Young Cracker Lost and Never Found" But they assume your a** was drowned we gotta bring out the blood hounds or better yet, get my loser scanner I'll look for that kid down to harbor and I look "Hey, There he is!" Maddiox, The Real Truth! (Try rapping about something that's actually true, guys. This whole poser thing is getting out of hand!)
and He lives in Baltimore This ho is going to get his
See I don't make A living doing disses
I make a living slapping trick fags like you
See me wasting my time on you is going to make me wanna sue you
Because I should be out making money and yet I have to keep dealing
With this kid who talks more than what he can back up and its killing me
See while you spend 23.5 hours online on your phone line
I spend time making money while you have itner gf I have a real one thats a dime
You only have your left and your right and thats not ight
See you bringing out the side that I never wanted to unleash
I am going to put you on a leash and call you a b***h
Because that's what you are a female dog
you can't see where I am going with this I am going to illuminate a fog
So why don't you run before the sun sets because I find you lets say it won't be for fun and games
You rip my name and call yourself the truth when you are nothin but a preadolescence lame
I am wasting time dissen a ten year old who thinks he can hang
But you can hang with a rope around the neck don't ever forget how sick I am
Maddiox boy you love Cocks don't you
Learn how to live and read because I don't have two seconds to waste
Poser boy you almost got slapped and clapped at the same time
The only person who gives you time is your mother who has the clap
And you get no dap because everybody has tapped that once or twice
But maybe you should clear out like Ace because you are going to be like a door nob
Everybody will get a turn, so learn now don't mess with the Midwest.
Let me say a quote from Em "Let it go dog its over."
I am Drago The Almighty Truth Behold the New Beginning of the End is here
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:07 pm
[ Ace... Takin' someone to Church, doesn't necessarily mean, actually taking someone to Church... >.<]
I ain't posin', I'm honestly spoken,
Wake up another morning stokin'
Only to find another brother's bones broken,
I ain't jokin', I mend em' myself,
Bandage that s**t, and medicate with drugs on the shelf,
My life was drawn back to Earth from the breaches of hell,
I'm in a better place without the gun shot and bodies smelt,
We dealt the damage back, and hit the run off the corner,
Left smoke drawing up their a**, so they runnin' the border,
Testify in court like playin' a tape recorder,
No one saw s**t, no one done s**t, but s**t did happen,
I let out those moments with my hood while I'm rappin',
Crimson is the color of the rainbow, colors are lackin',
If your lucky and squint maybe black n' white will happen.
Hurricane. Midwest. Chi-town fine.
But enough of that, I don't need you to believe my prowl,
All I got to do is make B-more run when the pistol howl,
Pussies down there get hit and start screamin' "FOUL!",
This ain't no game, you can't throw in the towel,
Try to do that s**t, and have a knife in your bowels,
Spill blood, til' the red sea declared blue,
Name off the obituaries, just you and your crew,
--Or just you, I know they left your a** for the Midwest too,
I sizzle you, like I was makin' some weak stew,
Then you'll realize the s**t I spit is true,
You illiterate fool, I told you I wasn't white,
I'll fill you with magazines all night,
and I ain't talkin' no J-16eens to blow smoke n' light,
But I guess your stupid a** couldn't even read that right?
Lemme spell it out for ya, aight,
M - I - D,
W - E - S - T,
We locked and ready, for war, with B-more,
But that was B-fore, we burned it to the core,
Took your face, and started to mop the blood off the floor,
We sold out and broke you bitches like pennies for the poor,
Yous a p***y cat, now hear the lions roar,
You in the heart of the jungle, heart of the concrete,
Heart of Guerilla warfare, heart of the streets,
We'll roll explosive shells, and pin you with Desert Elites,
Your a** getting schooled b***h, now back to your seats.
Damn, don't you realize when that you lost every single flow? Don't come challenge the best, with the weaker s**t than Martha Stewart pumpin' iron. My play with the English language, and B-more, like they were toys.
Midwest still on top. Hurricane. Chi-town.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:37 pm
I said rap about the truth
but you still rappin what's not
live in reality *****
this whole rap thing has to stop
maybe you'll do something else
don't let this music style suffer
but right now you're not good at rapping
you're not even a good bluffer
my rhymes are elite
so just admit defeat
you're adding salt to the wound
you know you can't compete
I'll admit you're good
I give credit where credit's due
you're good but I'm better
and this battle's almost through
what started off as a rap contest
turned into a war
now Ace's athias a** won't battle anymore
he better come back soon
I'll handle it alone
but you'll be more embarrased that way
your cover's blow
fake POSERS like I said
not willing to break bread
so I'll just fight against you ******** clowns
until you're dead
Maddiox, The One Who Needs No Title
(My style speaks for itself)
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 3:42 pm
Ace Zero jashu555 Maddiox 3 Wow...that was weak I'm crazy and I go hard that's why I'm Maddiox and you've just plucked the wrong card you'll end up in a box if your had good common sense you would have given up by now but I see you're the enemy who needs some calming down maybe there's something wrong is there something in your c**t? Chi town's windy for one reason I farted on that b***h you fake a** gansta *****'s make me so ******** sick so leave it to the black people your lies are ******** thick you carry all these weapons and claim that you start shootin a three year old can shoot a gun so b***h what are you provin? it takes a man to square up and go blow for blow but then again you are from the Midwest you wouldn't know you rhymes are Dr. Seuss and my rhymes are Dr. Dre so turn around and travel down Chuck E. Cheese is that way arrow Weak? Your the definition of weak dude. Your a** needs to be on the White Rapper Show or something. But you'd get cut before the show even started... Seriously, you don't realize how much you suck. I know, Drago knows it, Ace knows, damn all of B-more knows it. Cypher says I'm dope, you still playin' on the swing-set of rap. Midwest takin' Baltimore to church. My rhymes are dope, yours aren't even good enough to smoke, Yous a damn joke, that ain't even funny, Like your homo a** tryin' to hit on a damn hunny, Hurricane be stormin' up B-town, it ain't gettin' sunny, How you gonna calm me down lil' sonny?, Just cuz my rhymes are hard, and yours are soft and gummy, Speakin' of worms, b***h, we'll take you to the dirt before church, Whoop you like David to Goliath, your body lost in the search, Perch it on the steeples of Baltimore, Medusa starin' up top, What tears dribble, when your own people throwin' up rocks, Cocks for brains, b***h, you ******** in the head, How you gonna call me white, when you aint' even seen me yet? You ain't G, you ain't ever fed the block outta your own pocket. You don't know s**t b***h, I'll bury you in a casket and lock it, Rip you apart, appendage by appendage, outta the socket, But thats after my fists light you up like a rocket, f** you fart, but your own bitches c**k it, With dicks longer than yours, and longer than your flows, at their pinnacles, B-town full of emcees that can't even rhyme double syllables, Don't wrap that s**t on the Doctor, West pockets your pinchin', Dre will send you to the Midwest, cuz he heard their lynchin', Snitchin', no great rapper comes from B-more presently, It ain't ever going to happen cuz of you evidently, You shook physically, and mentally, and HAVE already given up, b***h, B-more a bunch of dead bodies, who gon' pick em up? We play it like the Game, cuz you fags tryin' to stick it up, I piss on Baltimore, b***h, and you all still lick it up, TOOK you to church, Baltimore, ain't gonna B, no more, Drago and I whooped your sorry a** with your own bible on the floor, Stand up bitches. Preachin' you religion with my rhymes. Chi-town takin' a s**t on you ********. Midwest. I cant respond to that i dont believe in god neutral Ace, you knew exactly what he meant by "taking you to church". You just wanted everyone to know you don't believe in God. I don't believe in Santa Claus, but if they mentioned him, I'd still reply. Just rap so we can kill these guys
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 2:11 pm
Style speaks for itself, so it's saying nothing at all,
While mine punch like bullets, start ducking you all,
Hit with another hook, take you out like Muhammad Ali,
Cept I fly higher than the sky, and sting out the emcees,
Have you choke and cough against me like disease,
Leave you cold and empty, like a hobo on the curb,
I'm the chef, and you eatin' what I serve,
The urge, It's you phonies I purge, act like they spitting it right,
If it was the truth, I'd be listening to Napolean Dynamite,
Shot on sight, give you some crimson Khakis,
Where B-more get rhymes for their wrappers, Laffy Taffy?
Yous my lacky, and b***h you heard me, I said dance,
Or I'll ship B-more back to the Boondocks marching like ants,
Persecute them off like Hitler's concentration camps,
I don't wanna hear your bogus rants, this battle was over before it started,
Now your turning on your own B-more brother, you retarded?,
Darted, and tagged, riddled and ragged, b***h, I'll leave you sickled and sad,
I'll take your dimes, and nickel you f**,
But yous a broke b***h anyway, so don't talk about bread in the shag,
Midwest will murder you and leave your head in the bag.
It's over M, Midwest made mince-meat out of you ******** it through your head, or we'll spark through it like fuddruckers,
Stay down when you lose, rap doesn't live off bloodsuckers.
Hurricane, handlin' hidin'' hatians handed to hover however hell's heavenly heat hath his havoc hone whoever haggles his hatred.
Chi-town. Midwest.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 2:03 pm
Hurricane. Free flow from the Chi.
Midwest.
With all this beef goin' on, I'ma chill like a vegetarian,
Let some rhymes drop, as well as the dead I'm carryin',
Have em' commit to the flow, when I spit, they marryin',
And whatever stabs they take, you bet I'm parryin',
Mess with the Midwest and we'll eat you like Gizzards on carrion,
You bet, we bury em', alive in the grave,
Dig haters out, with my knife in your face,
Bribe in the case, get shot, while we got your wife in the lace,
Widen the chase, cuz when we find you, we're ridin' the race,
My multis like Eminem, with 8 mile in the base,
Nightmares draw you awake, because your style is lackin' in pace
I'm backin' the trace, evidently evacuating your place,
Blow up like a frag in your face, pull the pin when the pistol packed,
We fightin' til we got the house, little intact,
Even if it means the sickle is stacked,
Like nickelin, your quarter back is sacked,
And packed, in a bag shipped back to the hood,
Or wherever the hell your from, understood?,
Barrels bringing bang like the summer could,
Hit the block and make em' run her good,
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 3:04 pm
you're like a broken record
you're dirty and unwanted
your rhymes are repeated
and you're now the hunted
I am the predator
who shows no mercy
you're bullshit lines
your rhymes don't hurt me
you don't phase man
and your threats barely graze me
I go off and I go hard
you're so soft and I'm crazy
good rappers from Chicago?
yeah there are a few
Kanye and Dre
but neither one is you
not everyone from Chi town can rap
how can I prove it?
you're an example of that
so go on, beat it, move it
this is my playground
and I run the show
I'll take you down hard
just in case you didn't know
I'm like the twin towers
I'm about to ******** blow
you death will be complete
it'll be long and slow
you yellow bellied f** bitches
it's time for you to go!
Maddiox....
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:51 pm
ok here we go
Im back
and i here to pick up the slack
And not go on about how yal lyrics is wack
While yall thinkin we be meetin at the crossroads
After ya here this yall still be on a lost road
You might be think this is a shocker
Yall dont know nothin but rap what a shocker
You mine as well be tim burten
While you at it just hide behind a curtain
That way better then being anoying
think we talkin bout baltimore and be storyin
You might be wearin ya gold rings
Well not a problem i heard girls sport those things
But my the end of the day you be wondering
when did ace start thundering
Wish i didnt the race
thinkin i took some lesson from mace
But Ace just struck back
You better be sayin Welcome back!
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 11:01 pm
Maddiox 3 you're like a broken record you're dirty and unwanted your rhymes are repeated and you're now the hunted I am the predator who shows no mercy you're bullshit lines your rhymes don't hurt me you don't phase man and your threats barely graze me I go off and I go hard you're so soft and I'm crazy good rappers from Chicago? yeah there are a few Kanye and Dre but neither one is you not everyone from Chi town can rap how can I prove it? you're an example of that so go on, beat it, move it this is my playground and I run the show I'll take you down hard just in case you didn't know I'm like the twin towers I'm about to ******** blow you death will be complete it'll be long and slow you yellow bellied f** bitches it's time for you to go! Maddiox.... Dre...is not from Chicago..Dre is from Compton.. Learn Yo Facts before you decide to be tact and get jacked Another Fake that is half baked in the head that should be dead You don't even know rap you poor sap read a history book because that's what you are I think that is fare your history So listen to me you should drop this if you could Cause all you doin is gettin eaten and beaten up You poor little duck you sucked and you are out of luck Cause I am not leaving until I have your head dead on a stick I am the defender of rap you half learned piece o' crap You a fake a punk a c**t so why don't you leave Why can't you consieve that we are the best and thats fact I am just trying to help because you lust for something thats not there You will never ever be better than me you see Niether one of You B-Town Half Rappers consider yourself Done I am not even going to waste my time on Ace so fly away
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