Another tight verse made for tournament-style competing against veteran opponents, obviously some solid skill displayed in this verse.

Kastro dont even have to battle hard, Why would these faggots start?
Cuz Head'll have these boobs seein stars like 808's avatar
Kids catch battle scars, I'll cut up these weaklings, shut up ya speaking
Only time the laws being laid is if TMD fucked a policeman
*Gun shots*
Ya stomach is leakin, Were you retreatin is what we all wonder
808 was called to rap...........too bad it was the wrong number
Long slumbers, Ya punches yet to catch me, HNS is the last emcee
8's feedin off TMD's sweet lines....no wonder why he has acne
And your claimed the hardest, HNS'll decay ya carcass
Beat u in ur coffin and throw TMD in so ur behind your favorite atrist
Mark this, I pile bones, Beatin me? thats too much of a milestone
Listen to your audios 808, your flow sounds like a dial tone
Your files thrown, TMD's a bitch in disguise, Im rippin ya vibe
& 808 wishes he had dickryders but his dick's as thick as his eyes
Spit and decide, But ya weights worthless, Shut up with ya fake cursin
808? quit tryin to put up ya zip code, This aint no fuckin date service
Im quick to son you, Get in the ring? My hits'll numb you
A dirty fighter? I would hit ya below the belt, but Jayze stripped it from u
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