It's on (AMAC)

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Who do I gotta diss to make sure you rest in piss maybe lure two out

Like a banshee I scream I make a lot of cream I'm the best when I shout

Can't fuck with me do you agree duck from lyrical bullets or be

Shot down like a satirical dyke you got a frown will your rap drown

I demand a refund and my raps make you stunned because you crap

You've been shunned when you snap with your words your not to good

But I'm two thirds of perfect I ain't the best I need to disrespect

It's a contest who's the next tester you sent me a text then watch

When you botch your own lines it's not known but you step on rap mines

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

Retrieval cos your raps are medieval you can't remember

That you dismember a nonmember of your gang you need to hang

Your rap because it's crap you might thought of that in your nap

I'm starting war cos your raps are a bore your crap when you do a chore

The chore is making rhymes and many times you fuck up about crimes

If it's on mother fucker then it's on when shits gone it's clear up

But cheer up I manufacture like Krupp and you shit like a pup

Your rap needs datum I drop bombs atom but crap still flows through

Other rhymers, you, big timers and who knows but it still flows...