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ARCZ

Your lyrics are whack it aint got the magic
Pshyco i might go, I light up this faggot
Im high on that nyquil, i cycle in traffic
So fight on, I'll fight you
I'll strike till ya last breath
You saying i aint flow, when i writing
with the bad wrist
Your making all jokes, rhymin like
It is a labyrinth
But u cant let me down
Cuz u got a british accent
And I cannot take it serious
cuz u winning, it aint happening
Cuz im down for the prize
And the beat im blessing
Every round, ur surprised
When I teach my lesson
You can say this all a lie
But I aint coming second
Cuz I aim for the top
I aint aim towards agression
And im on it, with the stamina
Energizer bunny status
You aint neva eva ganging up
Cuz I've got the practice
You can tell you neva had enough
So fuck wut ur rapping
U just sound like a faggot punk
Like seriously, u wrote a poem for me?
Talking shit bout me through poetry
But man I aint rap simple you better notice G
I flow with tha focus hoping to be noted heroically.
So fuck ur shit, u British Prick!
Now back to the beat, time to rip some shit!

Wondergirl bitch, u better notice your opponenent right
Cuz I am so potent I'mma go till I've destroyed the mic
My mission in competition is to settle when I'm overpriced
So u better stop dreaming, cuz ur shit is just a prototype
Ur faker than lil kim, when she tried to mess with Nicki
And Nicki taught her a lesson that got her evicted
From the Industry! So stop tryna be the next villain
Ur jus spilling grease.
U got an adams apple man! Damn u just killin me!
Ur ass don't shake, ur tits don't do the thang
Ur nothing but a fuckin tranny with tha pussy rang
So why the fuck would I be fuckin with the rookie clan
When I could be the one, that be taking on these pussy champs

That's how you rapping, when u coming down the line
Who the fuck knows if your woman, or a guy
You talking like ur head got run over two times
Then someone cut ur balls off, and chased em down with knives
U sounding like hitler, when u rhyming on recorders
U probably were the victim, dodging bullets cross the borders
Now u stick to spitting, so fame wont get u deported
But I'm basically admitting, ur meant to be across the oceans
I don't respect your rap devotion, nor I rap abortion
U sounding like u lost a baby, now u want the Portion ($$)
Of the cash, so someday you will be stacking fortunes
But I aint about that money, but u aint passing Potent

ATG, quit talking about rap son
Always being square with the rhymez that u stackin
U tryna reach the sky, while im reaching for a samsung
Cuz the galaxy is the only place where my hands going
You think you've done wut no one has
But my boy Hopsin already done it fast
So quit talking bout how u running rap
The last place your hand went, is up ya ass!
And don't forget this! Your wreckless!
You messed with t-rex
And ur breath smell likes eggs
So forget wut you've said
That ur best than the rest
When the rest are the best
I'mma mess till ya head
Is messed up from the edge
To the point where u start
Sniffing coke, crystal meth
Cuz ur folks always said
That ur a joke since they wed
So I'mma keep this story short
That ur words worth just a wart