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Like I said before, bro you're losing your touch,

Takin' lines from me and Monkeys, what you got left ain't much.

I'm still in park, you don't want me to hit the clutch,

I'll run you down you'll need a crutch.

Now you're tellin' me to fly a kite? You're really goin' down the tubes

I'm still droppin' bombs and recently you're as cold as ice cubes.

Just ask my n!gga Arctic, who's the lyrical don,

In this rap game, you're just a chimp and I'm King Kong.

Come on bro, how can you tell me i'm the one thats slippin

Rhyming clutch with crutch, so simple you must be trippin

Jumpin on AM's dick, you guys look cute when you kissin

Thinkin you King Kong, more bullcrap is what your verse is really missin

Don't even try to get intellectual, stick to your dissin

At least its not half bad, but if you wanna learn just listen

Hear that, changed my flow up, this is too easy

I'm the true don, the best there is, frack Weezy

This would have been lyrical homicide

Too bad my rhymes made you commit suicide

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Come on bro, how can you tell me i'm the one thats slippin

Rhyming clutch with crutch, so simple you must be trippin

Jumpin on AM's dick, you guys look cute when you kissin

Thinkin you King Kong, more bullcrap is what your verse is really missin

Don't even try to get intellectual, stick to your dissin

At least its not half bad, but if you wanna learn just listen

Hear that, changed my flow up, this is too easy

I'm the true don, the best there is, frack Weezy

This would have been lyrical homicide

Too bad my rhymes made you commit suicide

All you doing is ending words with 'in

I can do that too buddy

Look at me, I'm winnin

I'm dissin

I'm pissin

I'm drinkin

I'm sh1tin

I'm leakin

I'm sexin

You got nothing bro, just stop

We the A team, we can top

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You go from one place to the other

What happened? You slippin on butter?

I took a shower today, I got my power

I smell good, smell like a flower

Don't talk about my mama

You keep going, I'm gonna bat you bubba

You use "deep" words but use em the wrong way

Take another look at your posts, they sway

I can keep on going, but I'll stick with the humor side

I can get personal, like saying how your mama's pu55y is wide

Lemme call the optometrist, I don't think your eyesights in check

Actually listen to what I'm sayin and you'll see I'm the best yet

Thinkin I'm goin from one place to the other

Then rhymin that line with slippin on butter?

Hahaha to that I must take a chuckle, I admit you can make me laugh

But this aint a comedy man, its a tragedy, your about to have a heart attack

Live your last moments of short life carefully

I'll be at your open casket with explosives, truthfully

I ain't just happy with you bein in a casket

I'm shootin up your funeral with the nines in my jacket

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Lemme call the optometrist, I don't think your eyesights in check

Actually listen to what I'm sayin and you'll see I'm the best yet

Thinkin I'm goin from one place to the other

Then rhymin that line with slippin on butter?

Hahaha to that I must take a chuckle, I admit you can make me laugh

But this aint a comedy man, its a tragedy, your about to have a heart attack

Live your last moments of short life carefully

I'll be at your open casket with explosives, truthfully

I ain't just happy with you bein in a casket

I'm shootin up your funeral with the nines in my jacket

Like I said, I play on the humor side

I gave you a chuckle, that's just fine

I like to lighten up the mood with that type of rhyme

I'm sitting in my bathtub, ready for those explosions

But all I'm seeing is major corrosion

Going back to your first line, I have 20/20

Are you jealous? Wants some glasses? Here's a penny

I'm typing, no heart attack yet

You're bluffing, I'll put down that bet

You're scared that I'm winning this fight

You're only option is to kill me off? I won't bite

Keep going, bring it all

I'll just stand here, nice and tall

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lets compare and contrast

you speak slow, i spit fast

i drop more knowledge than a library

paranoid, always wary

your rhymes as childish as the tooth fairy

enough fun and games

i crash through the barricade

drop the glock and gallus domesticus the grenade

then sit back in the shade

and watch you go up in flames

wanna beat me? you ain't got the heart to

legendary diss, they callin this Ether part 2

i visualize my thoughts, then rap it

destroying emcees is a habit

kid you need to quit, you cant hack it

arctic monkeys? nah you looking like MC fa.ggot

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lets compare and contrast

you speak slow, i spit fast

i drop more knowledge than a library

paranoid, always wary

your rhymes as childish as the tooth fairy

enough fun and games

i crash through the barricade

drop the glock and gallus domesticus the grenade

then sit back in the shade

and watch you go up in flames

wanna beat me? you ain't got the heart to

legendary diss, they callin this Ether part 2

i visualize my thoughts, then rap it

destroying emcees is a habit

kid you need to quit, you cant hack it

arctic monkeys? nah you looking like MC fa.ggot

I'm sensin a 8 mile influence there lol

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Come on bro, how can you tell me i'm the one thats slippin

Rhyming clutch with crutch, so simple you must be trippin

Jumpin on AM's dick, you guys look cute when you kissin

Thinkin you King Kong, more bullcrap is what your verse is really missin

Don't even try to get intellectual, stick to your dissin

At least its not half bad, but if you wanna learn just listen

Hear that, changed my flow up, this is too easy

I'm the true don, the best there is, frack Weezy

This would have been lyrical homicide

Too bad my rhymes made you commit suicide

Dissin' my rhymes, thinking yours are better, you talk a lot smack,

Unfortunately, since we came back from them game, you've haven't been able to get back on track.

You're slippin', you're fallin', you can't get up, you got no skill,

I'm smellin' the blood and I'm comin' in for the kill.

This is my house, my yard, my turf,

You better get out before you get hurt.

No offense to AM, but you're more at his level,

I don't even have to spit, you'll run when you hear my bass and my treble.

Right now my skills are dormant, you don't want to wake the beast,

You know my lines will shred you up, and on that fear I feast.

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do your worst.

try not to use a stupid rhyme about butter this time.

Aight, Zambrano wants a piece of the Monkey

If you actually wanna do this, I'll make you look like a donkey

The person who got creamed 11-1 in a deathmatch

If I were you Zambrano, I would hide in a hay patch

But cut me some slack, I gave you your only vote

But the people have spoken, and that's all she wrote

Maybe change your name to something more respectable

Maybe people will stop thinking your detestable

You already telling me what not to rap about? You f*ker

I can rap about anything, and that means butter

I've owned all of you, you're the next one up

But Zambrano, when I pitch the ball to you, you better jump

I'm going to smoke you hard, right in the head

Get some cove up, it's gonna be red

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Aight, Zambrano wants a piece of the Monkey

If you actually wanna do this, I'll make you look like a donkey

The person who got creamed 11-1 in a deathmatch

If I were you Zambrano, I would hide in a hay patch

But cut me some slack, I gave you your only vote

But the people have spoken, and that's all she wrote

Maybe change your name to something more respectable

Maybe people will stop thinking your detestable

You already telling me what not to rap about? You f*ker

I can rap about anything, and that means butter

I've owned all of you, you're the next one up

But Zambrano, when I pitch the ball to you, you better jump

I'm going to smoke you hard, right in the head

Get some cove up, it's gonna be red

easily your best :P

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Dissin' my rhymes, thinking yours are better, you talk a lot smack,

Unfortunately, since we came back from them game, you've haven't been able to get back on track.

You're slippin', you're fallin', you can't get up, you got no skill,

I'm smellin' the blood and I'm comin' in for the kill.

This is my house, my yard, my turf,

You better get out before you get hurt.

No offense to AM, but you're more at his level,

I don't even have to spit, you'll run when you hear my bass and my treble.

Right now my skills are dormant, you don't want to wake the beast,

You know my lines will shred you up, and on that fear I feast.

I'm just waitin for you to step up to the plate rookie

Everyone grab a phone, call up your bookie

Bet on Tib and you'll get your money's worth

Kanucks25 is about to get dropped in the dirt

I'll rough you up anywhere you want, your turf or mine

If you can't see that you must just be blind

I'll set up an appointment for you and Arctic Monkeys

Got this game on lockdown and only I got the keys

Time to get rid of you, time for a tussle

Time to go to the gym, time for you to get some muscle

I'll shred you to pieces, feed you to the hungry

Make mince meat outta you, here kids, have some lunch meat

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on the mic i'm mean and vicious

damn you got it twisted

you need to hear one of my sermons

otherwise im gonna have to crack ya sternum

my rhymes disgusting like vermon

internet deathmatches dont concern me

just like your pathetic rhymes dont burn me

you talk trash, need to give your mouth a rinse

im the greatest, who else i need to convince?

pay you no mind and continue to grind

i'll leave you in a grave just to get mine

i rape tracks, break backs and make stacks

while you ask for slack

pathetic, you're a charity case

heres a free lesson, dont run with me if you cant keep pace

btw tell your mom sorry about the mess on her face

now run along little kid, before i pull out the mace

i write verses complex as a plot

your rhymes stink, they already starting to rot

spit 2 more lines while i puff some pot

look up and you'll see the red dot

its over, i just delivered the lyrical headshot

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on the mic i'm mean and vicious

damn you got it twisted

you need to hear one of my sermons

otherwise im gonna have to crack ya sternum

my rhymes disgusting like vermon

internet deathmatches dont concern me

just like your pathetic rhymes dont burn me

you talk trash, need to give your mouth a rinse

im the greatest, who else i need to convince?

pay you no mind and continue to grind

i'll leave you in a grave just to get mine

i rape tracks, break backs and make stacks

while you ask for slack

pathetic, you're a charity case

heres a free lesson, dont run with me if you cant keep pace

btw tell your mom sorry about the mess on her face

now run along little kid, before i pull out the mace

i write verses complex as a plot

your rhymes stink, they already starting to rot

spit 2 more lines while i puff some pot

look up and you'll see the red dot

its over, i just delivered the lyrical headshot

That last line just killed it

Sick

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on the mic i'm mean and vicious

damn you got it twisted

you need to hear one of my sermons

otherwise im gonna have to crack ya sternum

my rhymes disgusting like vermon

internet deathmatches dont concern me

just like your pathetic rhymes dont burn me

you talk trash, need to give your mouth a rinse

im the greatest, who else i need to convince?

pay you no mind and continue to grind

i'll leave you in a grave just to get mine

i rape tracks, break backs and make stacks

while you ask for slack

pathetic, you're a charity case

heres a free lesson, dont run with me if you cant keep pace

btw tell your mom sorry about the mess on her face

now run along little kid, before i pull out the mace

i write verses complex as a plot

your rhymes stink, they already starting to rot

spit 2 more lines while i puff some pot

look up and you'll see the red dot

its over, i just delivered the lyrical headshot

You try to sound serious and try to sound big

But to be honest, you're sounding a lot like Tib

I talk about slippin on butter, you talk about making stacks?

Stacks of what? All I know is that your mom has a great rack

Look at your avatar and sig, pick which sport and stop confusing

Just by that, I know you're messed, stop protruding.

We all know you eat too much cheese and constipated

But don't make that ruin your game, time to elevate it

One more thing, how do you rape tracks?

You're making up phrases my man, clean your mouth, have a tic-tac

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