Lyrically, Hellafyde can't fathom what my flow'll do to him/
my presence leaves him speechless, like the Ashley Simpson shim/
your rhymes are sporatic and lack substance, thats why they call you slim/
I push 50 reps with your lifeless body, and this aint no f/ucking gym/
I got this p/ussy all riled up, he slurs/
instead of blasting back like he says, he purrs/
best believe thats his name on the pink towel, his (Z-power) and hers/
you got your pride all set in running the Ruff Ryders/
but from what I've seen, you'll always be a dick Ryder (iTALY)/
Our raps craze people, we aint easy to tame son/
you're just a f/ag, taking more shots to the face than Jenna Jamison/
"STS" acting like he too raw to throw down with the rookies?/
too bad that "STD" be the reason this homo aint getting nookie/
I swallow your feable attempts, and regurgitate what you spit/
digest you whole, the only way you're surviving is if I s/hit/
pull up on you with the mac, ready to cock-it/
got you raising your arms so fast they release from their sockits/
I fill your girl up with so much rubber they should call me the Rocket(Maurice Richard)/
and make a hat with her pubic hair, damn, I look just like davey crocket/
You think you're hype for coming at and1?/
s/hit, that homie just dunked all over you, and still get the "and1"/
this cat acts like he's the real H-town "stunna"/
someone's gotta tell him he looks like the terry fox "runna"/
you're right, you're homo like lil' flip, too bad i'm the one sayin game-0va//
36 chambers got this game locked. Where's coolkilla when you need him, we need some competition in here.
Edited By Battleaxe22 on 1102298474
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