I'mma tell you this for your own benefit
Your sh** was dope as hell, specially when you wrote 90% of it
What you need to do is practice on your freestyles
'fore you come up missin' like Snoop Dogg's police files
This type of sh**? b**h be sure that I'm spittin'
Be hittin', you gonna pray to God this sh** was written
But it wasn't I'll k** a dozen rappers when I buzzin'
Guzzlin', beat your a** like a jealous husband
Now whos ya boy? b**h you about to suffer and see north
When you go in a coma longer than Vladamir Konstastinov
Cut the damn machine off
Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off
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I'm movin' in for the k**, plus I got the trap set
I can tell you're wack as f**, and I ain't even hear you rap yet
Look at you thinkin I'm about to whip his a**
Cause I'm a do some written sh**, plus I get to go last
Well guess what ? even if I go first, it's no worse
My sh**'s still gon' demolish yo verse
I'm bout to slice you like a ginsu
And anything you say can and will be used against you
In a court of law, I'm short and raw
Take you f**in' sh** and cut it off
Yo, you wanna be a dope MC?
Look, don't get mad and start taking your period out on me
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You wanna represent on the microphone but you rap sleazily
I ain't about to battle this fake a** Eazy-E
There ain't no way I'm a do this bullsh**
I don't give a f**, I'm loaded up with a full clip
Time of the month, you couldn't get the tape of the day
Take him away, I ripped him like a paper mache
I've heard you rap before, you ain't about sh**
This whole battle was mismatched like your outfit
Try to battle me and get your mouth split
You sold out like Ticketmaster Outlet
Ha ha, I bust and I crush, I don't give a f**
Ain't no way that you can f** with us
I'm givin back with pimp sh**
I'll laminate that a** in a badge and wear it at the Rap Olympics
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Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah, stop babblin'
You so f**in' wack I'm a walk away while you battlin'
f** that, I'm on a brand new solo mission
To make sure that Wendy Day kicks your a** out of the rap coalition
I throw a switch at an execution
With an overdose of devotion don't talk back, I'm the dope, b**h
So who you sound like on the mic?
There was only one 2Pac, your thug style's just one Big Syke
Take a big hike, b**h you can't catch me
Your best rhymes still ain't sh** like a patsy
What the f** you gonna do?
I'll battle anybody in your crew and I don't give a f**
I slaughter boys, especially wack a** emcees
That will wear a fake a** corduroy
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I'm bout to make this mic short circuit
This beat is wack as f**, this sh** fits you perfect
I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with'ch you
I'll let a razor slit you 'til they have to staple stitch you
And everybody in this f**in' place'll miss you
If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue
Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar
Damn, all you white jokes just backfired
Cause b**h you walkin' up the wrong street
Now go tell all your boys you was beat by a honkey
I don't give a f**, I'll k** ya, b**h
You better recognize me like a look familiar
Anything you say I'm a k** ya, grill ya
When I f**in' drill ya I'm Marsh but you're the one that's mellow