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this dude only disses MC's in cyphers, wont battle them correctly..
That's why i had to put the gat to him like Pesci..
Now he respects me, dont go against Gutta, you get one warnin..
like Biggie Smalls, the next time u'll be dealin with brawls..
with me and my cerial killin drug dealen felons involved

gutta is a spitta from god`knows`where
thinks he's got a bod that make people stare
he's all like slim can only battle in cyphers
but u battle like a baby, with rattles`and`diapers
you say you squeezin arms like you checkin your`blood`pressure
but when you meet me, your new signature be floor`kisser

They call this dude "slim" prolly talkin bout his pockets..
Gutta stay rock choppin, drop top in, different cockpits..
My style's hot it's,addictive like a crack pipe..
fools no Gutta use the Gat right but who this kid?
and when the question come up, yo who slim is???
he prolly jus a notha dude who dont know who Rakim is!

haha, true him and his crew are weak,
don't want to battle me, I'm street like street lights
i'll defeat son of a bitches when i get on the mic
cuz the whole game is my hit list

this dude's name dont go wit his skill..
I'm holdin the steel at his dome, pullin to kill..
You prolly hopin i deal, so i aint gotta keep rappin no mo'
but ya see i roll with the real, that keep magnums and fo'fo's
I plan to blow real soon, fill this dude with lead..
his name went from Complex to Dead

hey rookie
go bake some gay cookies haha hahahahaha

muaahhhahhhahhahahahhhh!!!!!!!

my cookies are mad shit. your just jealous.

your "cookies are mad shit"? look the shit you cook is mad-sick/
kid your whack, deal-wit-it, just cause your brain-farts result in mind excrament
don't mean your "ill-wit-it" (ill-whitted)

you sound like a retarded`fat`faggot everytime`you`spit
everytime you fart`you`bag it, so you can rhyme`your two`shits

your so unco how was your trip`last`fall
you'll get fashionably murdered like a crip`rockin in a blood`mall

your rhymes never rhymed you bite`every`line
you may sparkle but u aint worth much like nine`dimes that dont`shine

faggots so stupid he can only use a simple rhyme`scheme
once im done with you, ya body be on the floor like a CSI crime`scene

i'll leave you pinned against walls like ya favorite "rappers" Poster/
let me guess thug... you pack heat? why hells it COLD in ya Holdster/

enough talk of rhyme schemes, i'll punk and pop this whitey, you might be,
quick with tough-talk but scared to "walk" and fight me,

lets get honest... last time you made "Cents" was with the last name change/
but when complex gave the hint, to change the shit, he meant make it good,
like something that made "sense" cause honestly this site see's to much HOOD,
you lame prick.

they call you re-write coz you cant be fucked re-writing your lines
apparently you used one line about four`times

my rhymes more priceless then a action`figure in the best`condition
your so lyrically blind its like you got an attraction`to vibrating`tiggers and their kiddy sex`positions

my lyrics blow up like weapons`of`mass `destruction
i pull the rug from below ya, i got ya steppin`on`nothin

honestly...

cmon its jus fun man. no harm intended.

youve got no rep you're vile in mentions
you're raps so old its time for pensions
no harm intended? im far from offended
watch you get served like im a flight attendant