clutch robinson's drunk a lott of gin
thinkin he could fukk wit me, i guess somethins gotta give yo
clutch robinson a punk, leave a p*ssy done
wait, I forgot I aint facin the dude that shouldve won
I face that fakkit that was coastin off his reputation
skill wise, betweem us a lot of separation
i split fast with hos that i smash
always have the dip set, like the flow that you jack
you know its a fact. the code that i cracked
of scopin catz, like the zodiac killer, head to hell with your soul attached
you only actin like a gangster with your phony raps
silly man, killa cam biter, you just clonin that
ill do em like an enemy, my pugilistic tendencies
removin em, and shootin em with futuristic weaponry
if you persist in threatening, ill send em to a true abyss
you goofy prick, your destinys remembered as a stupid bytch
this gon kill your ego when you press play
thinkin that you deebo, when your tebow on your best day
to beat em like a free-throw, really easy, im ya sen-sei
no veto, im a G whose seein through em like an x-ray
hero shyt, this zero just be rappin like the jets playr
record this fukking beating, you can tivo it the next day
fukkin punk though, a lame soundin flower
this dade county poser, to a grave now ya lowered
where to fukkin bomb next, hit em wit this god text
yooo, youre whole towns been bytch-since lebron left
and still i reply "next" when ya mom text
an old conquest, bomb sex, baby god bless
she told me not to kill ya, i said bytch just hush
ima do it how I want, I gotta ditch this chump
ill flip you, fukk ya mommmm, ima rip you up
305, yeah that prob how many dikks you sucked
you only have one passable flow
that shyt you did against clutch was fukkin laughable bro
mechanical, and now you landin in the hands of a pro
ima dismantle you, incinerate you, ima hand in ya bones, to cook
i cant stand em, not a fan of all that fakkit shyt
and damn, you havin the champ banner's an embarrsment
my man, kush and akademiks rip you with the flow
and smartmouf is wittier, so you winnin was a joke
thought the shyt was just a hoax, what i give em is provoked
ima do it for the coli, need a champion thats dope
not this, fake tough guy, i wake up high
and you claimin you the best here, a straight up lie
i know he all worried, gotta see me on the mic
you a bytch, i think
@Strawberry'd beat em in a fight
suck a dikk, you been a fraud, i been abroad, wit your chick
let me rip aparttt, her insides, and she didnt charge
you beat clutch, aint deserve it, but your ass won
you startin this tourney off the way you ended the last one
what you got a cheat code, that your ass enters
make you always win, even though you never rap better
your lame shenanigans, and paper champion flow
i puttin them to sleep just like an ambien dose,
i cancel em both, your plan to approach, was ill advised
see the life slip from em, wit my hands on the throat
i damage the most, the man of the coast, im still surprised
you thinkin youd survive such a frantic assault
you playing cards with the wiliest vet dude
whos holding more aces then the dodgers and mets do
your fans peep this, then theyll probably forget you
i hit ya town, they playin this when i jet through
let me calm down, pick the bong up, hit until i zone
put the bong down
put me on a song clown, that a bad move, what ya fans do
delete, they listen to my songs now
spray in all directions, if he slippin, im a catch em
hit em up, i fukkin dead em, wet em up and then forget em
set em up, i let it cut, you had to run ya fukkin mouth on em
promise ima win, you can bet your fukkin house on it
gotta go 2 the airport tonight and Im not sure I could come up with rhymes about circumcizing and lorena bobbiting this dude right now 
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