you still ain't get enough
i gotta get you again
me aginst you is like
itachi vs ten ten
my friend
give it up
the cards have been dealt
and i kno that i one, cause i shuffled myself
thats not a punch line that hit you
it's my hand that you felt
cross the front of yo face
i put an end to the case
jacked up your queen
cut yo king wit an ace
stop joking my style
you so copy N past
you about to get highlighted, right clicked, N erased
glad you see the truth when it comes to itachi
ten ten would win because hes a dead body
so yall two are one in the same
but thats the fate anybody, in front of a train
n im on track, spit facts as sharp as tack
you should copy jigga man and fade to black
n i dont gotta copy sh*t, this here is second nature
you gone need a respirator-i-darth-vador-these-haters
scuse me please as i brush-my-shoulder
you could skinny dip at the north pole still wouldnt be colder
