Eh yo, I was on leave for a year but Bush drafted me back
Survival pack stacked with darts, starting to push for attack
You whacks should have some new material...Kanye's got a new CD
But they dont accept Late Registration at the cremation company
Cause that's where you'll be heading, boss...when K-Oss has overthrown you
Your family won't even feel the loss, cause they were ready to disown you
I've blown through...numerous guys trying to speak wise
It's a shame that while they cry I'm seen laughing at their demise
Fuck your virtue, bitch...I'll subvert you with the bird flu
My words curse you with a deafness so nobody can alert you
You die slow, all alone, my lyrics chill you to your bone
Rapper clone, you should've known, it's impossible to take the throne...
2 verses from each to follow, whoever steps up spits to start
16 lines maximum, whoever dickrides gets blown apart...
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