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Poor little Yung C obviously confused
after this battle he'll have flashbacks
Of being abused for weeks he'll be bruised
Go home nursing his wounds he did the best he could do
Still came up number two like a piece of shit
Squeezed bet. cheeks while I got his bitch bet. sheets
Sexin his freak knowing this L will lead to a streak
Straight losses Yung C pay rescpect to 1 of the bosses
Know you place and slo ur roll
Runnin your yap so out of control
Chop you to pieces then swallow you whole
Bitch ass faggot I stole your soul w/ my flo
Ashamed cuz u know ur fucked
I just put it in words how much u suck
The truth hurts and your verse is worse
Must be trying to self destruct
U a pile of trash belong in the dump
Run ur ass over with a garbage truck
Why u bitchin, Oh its that time of the month
Must have a yeast infection
Hard to notice after I slice your midsection
Let me know when ur done disrepecstin ur self
Im trying to battle you dont need no help
Every word that escapes from the mouth on your face
Seals your fate youll die by my blade
No chance to be saved Its too late
So get along little doggie go bury your bone
Ima send u packing get your moms on the phone
Your straight slacking on this microphone
Just give up and go home
Learn how to really kick rhymes off the top of your dome
If you want Ill be ur teacher
Or maybe your afraid I'd rape you like ur preacher
Strangle yourself with some soeaker wire
U ain't worth shit u goddamned liar
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