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ok , so here we go ...................


I don't know who will post to diss me , but you a bitch ahead of time-
with ya ten pennies or 2 nickels, on a "real" scale, you still wouldn't get a dime-
go head and spit ya lines, another ill infected mc-
desperately in need of medical help to heal ya rectum desease-



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"ahead of time" faggot you tryna undamind me?!/
send you back home were the pussy's always grimey/
havn't ya heard?! of the M) mothers
A) against
D) dirty
D) dicked
M) MADDMEN
A) and
N) nobody's ?!?!?!

I'll savagely silent this sissy yellow bellied sapp sucka/
You could get blown away and I ain't talkin bout by one of dah Sapp brotha's/
You a fake rap thug who wanna emulate papoose, wit no rap roots, I'll break ya jaw wit my punches and leave you gap tooth'd/
Or just de-flower ya pussy ass like a bitch wit tight ass pussy you a rookie who try to hard to get pushy so you got left in ah alley bloodied up and gushy/

first off , learn how to rhyme proppa, you imitation cheap kind of vodka-
my nine ill knock ya- eight, wait, i got to contemplate, on how to drop ya-
see the slugs is too fast for slow ass, and i don't want you to go fast-
i put you through torcher scorch ya , with fire into a slow pass,and you won't last-

keep it rollin'

Nigga you tryna correct me its for a lesson get some agression in ya voice before I son in succession/
Twins ah blessin two toned like light skin pretty boys large and dirty made by smithen-wesson/
Shoot dem lethal bullets that leave ya head and half ya fro lookin like a baked crescent/
And its a blessin fa you to even live cuz this spit have ya ass broken up like chromosomes, and ya soul sucken in like depression/

Mufucka

i knew that it would happen, they call you the come back king-
oops that's another nigga, yours is the cum backed drag queen-
and you ain't hardcore nigga , yo shit quickly coming to pass-
don't touch the mic ever again or get it shoved in your ass-


calm down nigga it's only a cypha....lol

Maddman get the back hand and wrapped up like glad-sandwich bag/
You can get a bullet like a red zone play, or just get ya jaw broke by a monster jab/
Call ya cash after the bullet spark leave ya body money green fucked up by dah Mag/ lol
Yous ah crab and a busta, no hustla, I'm known as the king who crushed this burnin fag/ Ouch

Jus havin fun my dude no real aggression in it jus felt like throwin up a pissed verse yamean?

man, in a battle with me nigga , absolution had to loose-
how could you equal up to me, when you just Madd confused-
get mad abused, use you for a punching bag nigga-
elementary rhymes, quit rappin' bout ya luncheon bags nigga-


it wasn't the verse... it was that little mad face flicking me off....lol

Luncheon bag? You ignorant welp I'll break ya ass and leave you fucked like a faulty chastity belt/
Classically felt by all the old heads, I stay stackin clean dough you fuck wit moldy bread/
And ask ya girl about that killa head cuz after she blow me I kill-ah-neck dead/
And J-Holiday dunno shit bout puttin bitches to bed but after I make ya defeat public maybe he ah understand/

Damn foreal, i see it's time to step my game up, turn the flame up-
So that you don't even come close , i stay way ahead of you, you lame fuck-
and don't even mention ignorance, when you lyrically impotent-
matter fact don't mention shit, ya breath smell like worn out timberlands-

yo, check , I gotta dumb my brains down when I spit, cus I think so lowly of you/
stompin shit outta yo ass till you be bottle-necked, I eat yo food an leave your kitchen wrecked/
ya betta got the suicide line on speed dial bitch, I purge hole threw your brain tissue/
have your cells prepairing for bodily genocide/
Aunt Jamima makin syrup flow better than your rhymes, broke nigga/
I take everyone of your $100 bills an turn em to dimes/

silencer, i silence ya, in a perminant state-
have a corrohner by ya dead corspe, confirmin ya fate-
at nine thirty eight, dressed to appear at ya wake-
kill you in ya casket throw a spear in ya face-

You two dicks tryna be sick like a jail orgy/
but you both fake, put ta death fa forgery/
I send them stingin punches like a horde-a-bee's/
I put dat iron to ya neck and lock it in like ah cord-ah-keys/

i and i return like lazurus nigga, retracting the trigger-
point the mack at you nigga, blow ya black into smithers-
sign my name... s. t. withers, for the world to know-
who did they ass a favor, and i am a take what they owe-

Well how can I put this... BACK AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD CUZ YOU SUCK!/
And I don't mean like a faggot who like a good butt-fuck/
I mean like a bitch who get fucked once and give up cuz her pussy sore/
You say you strapped wit iron but man be honest I ain't talkin bout ya belt/
I'll really turn you into a madd man after I kidnap ya family and HAVE YO NIGGAS HELP!/

you ain't tight , you just wide open and sloppy-
flow i hopes to be on my level, but i don't copy-
forgery,? quit forgin' me, before i show you it's more to see-
wolrd record of gettin' fucked up is the only points that you will score with me -

I'm the master of magical flows and powerful punchlines that got that hydrolic blow/
I topple the biggest of foes like domino you really wanna go toe to toe?/
I rip and tear at flesh and piece together the hits like puzzles yo/
You got that bumbling flow that barely go down hill even when the torrent ebb and flow/

check the thesis, and never in yo mafuccin' life repeat this ,capeesh bitch?-
consider this the heated stick, you gettin' beat with, no deep secret-
see it, i guess not ,cause this puzzle can't be pieced back in place-
so unidentified, slug one ten inside, the cracked remains of ya mafuccin' face-

This gettin fun. Hahah.

You just anotha dropped call by ATT, actively and tenaciously terminated/
You get sprayed like flowers get germinated you play wit kids more den herman/
you can get stuck in a box and sung to, you dumb foo I'll leave nothin but blood and goo/
I'ma shark the sea you just chum you foo, food like dirty fish heads get you splattered against brick red/
so crimson that the DA won't notice the dna cracker spread/

Mufucka

man, let ya soul rest already,........ you supposed to be dead-
just count the verses above, that's how many holes in ya head-
stuck ina box and sung to, you dumb fool . i'm the modern day sun tzu-
you a just modern day bitch , like the rest of these hoes i run through-