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yo stay the fuck outta my battle thread,
show some repsect...
i aint really in the mood but here comes my verse....
outta the corner with a flurry of punches,
like corn ya lines are rows of shit in bunches,
dissin english ill speak in spanish,
tempah no winna de battle, now fuckin vanish,
droppin bombs to blow the shell off ya back,
the rabbits winnin the race on this track, (tortoise n hare)
round here im drillin, ya fillin' ya lines,
capin' my teeth, at least after this punch i still got mine...
cover you in lighter fluid n match that,
scratch that,
ill scull cap you wit a machetti n make myself a new hat,
suicide? bruh you dont have to do that,
just edit ya verse delete n ill take mine back,
you can have ya spine back,
ill make a new piano im sure alicia keys would like that,
the only time 'Shays ripped is when my abs show thru my vest,
kid your tempahs fuck all...whos next...
only a short verse but i aint in the mood
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