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pen is illen?...my freind,i be killing herbs like u for a living
subsist,u have no choice to submit,or quick to the nigga who will finish u in one hit,shit u a bitch
u wanted me too diss you,fagot ass nigga u probly
wanted me to fist too you
but i dont go that way im str8t,u step in the booth u will get ate,like a hot meal on my plate,fuck wit me
ill put ur life on a expire'n date

How am i suppose to diss on this garbage? nigguh u the type of
"street pharmacist" that'll get robbed around my apartments...
Now that u started it imma leave u beggin n steppin cuz u actually retarded
like crank yankers u all fun but actually harm-less...
Leavin ya style weak n rust tarnished kinda like ur heart after harlequin beat n just scar'd it...
Like she just came ta eat-n-discard dick but sorry dog like i said the weak-are-departed...

actualy i am retarted,ill leave ur moms hunged in the madison square garden,im cold hearted
u bum ass nigga ill shit on u,wouldnt see the next day after i put a hit on u
and u aint no ''fucken genious'',u a dumb ass penis
ur mother knew u was a fag since u was a fetus
pitiful ass nigga ill give u a ticket to kick it with jesus
i look at ur bars i see shame,u disgust me with ur japannese name
u wanna war wit swords?and brawl with lord,haha...
ill have ur ass stiffed in the mourge
ill torture this rat,and i should slap who ever tought u to rap
cuz u real whack,and wat u spit is crap

In a sense he's dyin when the heat harm this kid//
cuz I'll dispense some iron at Street Pharmacist//
cuz I hold the toast yeah we grip them steal//
& I'm a have you overdose off prescription pills//
Lets see if this thugs hot when he starts to fizz//
Now this retarded kids blood clot thinking he's hard as this//

Kill another fake MC, but this the remix//
Crazy, My shits Unhott without the prefix//
Spitting words in short bursts, I shoot to maim//
Make you drop the steal man, Distort your aim//
This the guy that go and see a chick, Aint even got a car//
Too fucking broke to buy the mic up in his avatar//
This dude be jacking others rhymes to boost his ego//
Watches reruns of Freestyle Friday on his Tivo//

that spit was undirect, so youll be the next cunt-i-wreck..
Glore-E?? devided your name after i cut you up in a gore-scene
ill get more meen, why hyphen youre name shit wtf does glore mean??

nobody bother precise is a hater/
he cant battle anyone cozz he a masterbater/
he probably steals all his rymes thats why he is know as a faker//

or
flip the script
you gay prick
all you can do is suck dick
and act lyk u a trick

TRICK TRICK!!.. yea ok..how bout u try-again-trick//
leave u frozen in a battle..literally...cyrogenic//

u could never spit without having an intro-that's-crap//
so i diss u basic~ally, till u realize ur simple-at-rap//

u'll be cremated before death, without surgery-terms//
cuz i spit fire, hot enough to leave u third-degree-burns

trick trick my dick,i use the gun till it go click click
no more tips left in the clip bitch

ull be another fake dude dead in the hard streets,emt looking at ur blood flow down the concrete

nobody feels you,and u aint nobody till somebody kills you

ill slaughter ur whole hood,like barbarians,nigga u dont want no beef u vegetarian

I'm the Rap King & on top as the realest//
You can call me Vaccine cuz I'll stop your illness//
I'm sicker than sore & a puss; you horribly suck//
More than a slut that loves to get torn in the butt//

...nigga u real fake gimme a break,ill take what ever u make,and it still wont add up too my weight,u breakfast on plate,so everytime i look at u wack rappers i see bait

ull get sprayed with the street sweeper,infiltrated by red breamers,u suck more than a vacum cleaner
U buns with out the weiner

u aint a mercenary,u the fagot nigga thats gonna get buried in the cementery,u have a 3rd graders vocabulary,and the way u suck dick is very unordinary

Fuck street pharmacist with your weak bars & shit//
Bet you look more dumb than retarded kids//

imma have you wacked like im the heir to the godfather..
your a disgrace to this earth dont kno why god bothered

You ain't real here & you feel scared//
you only rollin' w/ your homies in a wheel chair//