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If you actually thought that was hot; you're mistaken,
i can tell you dont battle a lot cuz the shit you be saying-
is gayer than clay aiken; i aint hating, just stating the truth,
Softer than feathers; geez, how creative are you!?

Skorp-Eon you gettin stomped out
cuz you buggin and I brought the roach coach out
You's outta luck like a rabbit with no feet
You's a fake emcee who couldn't scratch a beat!

actually a dj scratches and brings the heat...
that a degree concept you have not reached..
you cant compete..w no knowledge of defeat..
so heres a little something to repeat,,so.. re-read...re read..etc..

a real dj scratches, i agree with you on that-
but dj one soul,couldn't scrath if he had them limbs of a cat-
spittin' beneath wack, but rap, you should be ova that-
on tracks past ya destination , is the only time you should roll it back-

Yo dogg you claim you a madman/
But check the facts your raps land bland/
Your foes cants even stand your plan, kuss you always snitchin/
All this wack hand does is moan and groan, hoe stop your bitchin'/

i'm a mic head, my rights read,proven guilty of lyrical skill-
deadly as anthrax, stand back, i got a conspiracy to kill-
with a supremacy apeal , REAL! no need for me to squeal-
masta ace, couldn't face madd, even if his broke ass was sittin' on chrome still-

whaddup maddman the faggman
you lag man,get t-bagged and dragged then
cuz u far from a "mic head"
for the right price u might give the right head

what is it, with you and ya homo disses-
suck this, lick that, evening mentioning kisses-
seriously that's ya business? i don't role with the bitch shit-
pull and pushin' pig wushin' , won't stop you from gettin' ya wig split-

my bad Madd im illin,
please dont get in your feelins
my lips im sealin,
no more squealin revealin your homo dealins

man damn, i tried to make ya death simple and painless-
but now i'm pissed, gettin' dissed, by somone who bare handedly cleans out pigs anuses-
shameless bitch, don't flush the toilet cause you ain't shit-
battlin' me do what you do best, ........................quit!-

There aint no one who's above me, that's still alive for me to diss
Just had about enough of all you flies up on my shet...so
I'll reconstruct the faces on you wack fux in abusive ways
And separate your mouths from the muscle that you use for taste

in other words u sayin ull rip out his tongue
damn u made 1 post and i can tell u dumb
how come cats join up quick and spit
noncomprehensible bull shet??

dem crazaaayyy ,, hay, dem crazaaaayyyyyyahay-
we gonna chase dem crazy baldheadz out of town -
we gonna chase dem crazy bombae's out of town-
and make sure they don't come back round-

Your trapped in the gutta/
Kuss i ran through you like heat does butta/
Your an infant still milking your mommas uttas
Your soft like emotional brothas.. yo joe wheres mystikal? did i stutta........

thank god you didn't , cause you would re re re repeat the wackness-
think you seein' me, but eye will easily defeat ya tactics-
get slid beneath , the mattress with (sshhhhh!) the rest of the dirt that i didn't do-
i'm talkin' to maddman cause the guy above me, is just pitifull-

Inspire me bitch! fuck your 4 bars you can suck on my dick/
I aint gonna emit too much effort or power/
when asked, you can't admit you got gang banged in the shower/
bow when I speak brother,/
then shine my shoes and retrive the news while I fuck your whore of a mother/

yo holocron when said bow, you was talkin' to you own brother-
fucked his whore of a mom, which means you fucked ya own mother-
more like a homocron, cause the knowledge you project is just that-
i don't need a holocron that spits homo, and loves to get cussed at.-

Your efforts are insignificant to my magnificent domination/
and ya only look Mad cus your pacing in devastation/
my jobs to deliver the fact that this kid is an act/
consistantly lack cus your compulsivly wack/
I'd slaughter you Mad! but I'mma leave you intact so you can answer me back/

if you ever get the chance to kill me.... TAKE IT!, and quit the fakin'-
before i extract all of ya teeth from ya mouth, but leave the strip of braces-
some in-di-cations, show malfunctions in holocron's system-
it's supposed to know that fuckin' with madd equals out to bein' a victum-

Madd man in a straight Jacket/
thats because he couldnt keep his hand to himself, like a fagget/
so attracted to cats, he reminds me of metal stuck to magnet/
im not following his path of losing to anomaly, i just wont have it/
He threw the flow i just grabbed it/
your a pro in this wack shit/
computer genius my flow secret bet you cant hack it/
I hit u so hard with lines you thought i was a rackett/
u played out hoe, so god damn rachet/
you right your so cold, u get frost bit/
hand over the torch dont worry J-Bar keep it lit/
im about a dolla, and u not 1 cent/
landlord of this rap shit just collecting my rent/
the only reason you still living is cause you over bent/


Rappin for sport to keep the cypher going not to compete or call u out. keep it going.