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Precise is precisely not the emcee to diss me, he posted first to try and avoid me.We were both born to the Canadian north. But In my province he couldn’t rap to convince or persuade his admittance. Terrorist threats, temples of regret!
I'll repo' Precise's lungs to fill the oxygen’s debt. Fuck your fake threats, your intention is full of shame and regret.
Bust a shoot at the neck to start your retirement's disability check.

i step in the cypher n start wreckin shit, precise.. call me a perfectionist
this kids played out like section six, fact is? only death is definite
kill em in one round like tekken shit, this wont take a second script
1 punch is knockin out four molars.. my flows bolder, were both canadian but im more polar
yup... dude im further north, makin it easier to show u a cold shoulder

This confused as fuck, faggot canuck, is curious. That's why he considers himself 'Bi-Polar'
A rapping Donald Duck that I look down at cause Def's shade is solar!
Since death is 'Def-init'. My speech is holocaust shit. My style you should borrow it, no matter the cost of it!
I box rounds with combinations compared as complex. Like Precise, Tekken hasn’t been the shit since '96
Go grapple a fix and write a drastically better diss. I have to hold a mass for Precise, with masks.
See, he is gassed; like his past was next to the Auschwitz gas with ashes forged from his center of mass.
I'll get at you with guns bigger then a glacier boulder just to shatter that cold shoulder.
Without worries about crossing the border, I'll even fuck your future daughter in her Hannah Montana stroller.

bi-polar? good call "def-init".. i define it when i design spits
ull learn... Pre writes with devine wit to make u resign quick
dissin me? dudes his own worst enemy, like a cross "feline bitch"
kid ur styles hardly holocaust, u spit n people run like when a bomb is tossed
not cause its lethal... all ur talk is soft, auschwitz? fuck u jew! mazeltoff

"bi-polar? good call "def-init"."
Thx. I thought is was funny as well..!


Rap in the 80's is what made me. Groupies on coke, the life for me!
Precise it seems is one of these ladies.
You got nothing but weak bars bitch, pure garbage.
Rhymed define with design. Cause you don’t know what style is.
Wow, this great white whino doesn’t know what talent is
and I bet your bitch left cause of what the bank balance is.
"Fuck you Jew"? Didn’t know Canada let terrorists in.!
Guantanamo bay, a maelstrom that watched your menstrual flow and skirt spin.
Still standing, that’s my status quo, with every detail I leave you demolished
Your raps like chewed nails, your nervous they aint polished.
I go for the gusto with leadership that's overdue like the son of Trudeau
on any lyrical plateau, slap the shit outta you like the solar system did Pluto,
So what now, son. Gonna call me French? Can lift me on a bench?
Say this win was luck? First, unclench your fist punk and run the trench!
On each one of your setups, the incoherent speeches leave limits present
Your hesitant, suffering weakness, lack of depth and unique deepness


Pssst: ^^'Pure Pwnage'!!

back down bitch do you know who ur messn-wit...
u against me lil kid da win is a definit//

don't really care lmao

Bitch, quit the facade, quit pretendin ya Hard
You can't flow ya lil snitch cuz you always Tendin the Bars

i'll Fuckin Deleate this Bitch, Faggot allready Exceeded With
those Depleted Spitz...n next time i ko you it will Be Ma Fists!!

this nigga quix is slow as shit
i got a bag full of tricks
and if trix is for kids
then this niggas been
a silly rabbit
with a bad habbit
of dropin inferior rhymes
that inhabit a space and time
thats about to be erased from memory.
if your computer could comprehend me then my words would be shimmering
whenever i speak its worth remembering

Listen!

This lil' bitch screams and shouts all the shit that he Dreams About..
His Punches barely "Pinch" when mine grab a whole soul and squeeze it Out!!

check out that dis yo its lil babie menace
you gotta long way to go popeye you better get to eatin on that spinage
the shit i dropped b4 you turned vintage
im ridin on a harley you scootin sharper image
you thought it was over but its just begining
it aint over till im winning

While I bring lyrical explosions with high temperature combustion pistons.
I noticed Pinchys punchs are not alligned like inferior conjunction
Collateral functions has him assuming shit like mathematical induction,
You need rehabilitaion, your lips looser then prostitutes
your bars are tasteless, like a disease from a transmute
I act tactful, your frantic, every sensitive spot on ya is swollen
I'll spill bloodshed in your homestead and fuck your Mom's Costa Rican colon.

step into the cyphers every now and again u all separately ducked
when i find my rhythm through an algorithm u all Def-initly fucked
trying to be lyrical but u fail man u cant rap like me ure raps r a sham
my reactions so grand u couldnt write like me if i gave u my hands

I ko'd Hazzard he went n got himself another Name, this White Brotherz Lame!
I'm a Pump dah Clip' then watch me 'Son this kid' like when his Mother Came!
Try uppin yah Vocab, Your sounding too Typical! Shank yah face, sorry if thats Too Litteral!
N how you better than ANYONE? with those Whack ass punches, n Multies never exceeding Two Syllables!