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Yo I'm Callin you out Maxi Pads!

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So Much Style:
yo, maxi pads, what the fuck you bleed?/
my lyrics suceed, and achieve/
and you probably wont reply, i believe/
and if u do itll be trash/
like your always ultra packs maxi pads/
what the fuck/
im laughin at your SN/
so imma give u a lesson/messin/
real mc u be testin/im reppin sms-and/
can a 14 year old lyrically smoke you ass-heres the answer/
i'm killin you like cancer/
cause your lyrics are fuckin wack on the alerg post/
yeah i chose to boast/cause i can take you, u and i know/
im doin fine yo, like a rhino/
im crushin everyone WHAT WHAT/
maxi wanna battle im fuck u up/
like a amageddin astroid when i bust/
lyrical num chucks bringing heat like kurupt/
and yeah this wasnt even one of my better rhymes/
but god damnit, its gonna fuck yours up every line, watch it shine, maxi ya going blind,    IM OUT

maxi-padz:
ya traden bitch/
im about to remix ya dome/
run gangsta on ya baby mumz wit chrome/
and smack ya kidz inside they home/
blast u to peices/
witness telekenises/
ya bitch ass/
ima whoop down on yo ass so bad ima distort yo face like poison gas/
seeping through ur blood stream/
causing disease to spread/
sms u might as well be dead/
callen me out/
like u think its a bout/
lil boy i dont think u know/
ima have to disect ur head wit a crossbow/
slice up yo whole body yo/
im a serial killer/
my untouchable reign wit my nigga nilla/
ur lyrics reek/
u aint uneek/
ur weak/
i wont reply u believe/
soon u will greive/
a death of a family member/
there bodys i dismember/
rippin off ur arms/
now wha da fukk u gon do when we call to arms/

So Much Style:
i dont need fire arms to do harm/
i turn on your fire alarm/
u said n*gga, but i always pictured u a whiteboy from a farm/
and when u battle me u aint even a finalist/
use the FINAL bitch in this game of hit and grips/
cause u either hit or miss/
your lyrics neverr astounding/
replying im rebounding/
and pounding your lyrical drownding/
in the bottom of teh pond/
memories fond/
of the bleeding EMCEE/
mess with me, you gettign lyrically beat/
and no im not a gangster rapper, or a G/
just some one who shows you how its got to be/
thru my metaphors and similes, i show no grieve/
and yeah your right i believed my beliefs/
your reply was gayer than engies and jay ay bee under the sheets/
so fuck off, this is my lyrical masterpeace/
you get diseased/
my popularity increased so dont mess with me/
and im about done, how about you/
BIOTCH, your getting beat in round 2, its true....

pEaCe

maxi-padz:
i aint even thrown a punch/
but when i throw them thangs u will hear da crunch/
u aint even in the fight/
i neva thought yo baby rhymes was tyte/
try to sound sophisticated/
ur shit is out dated/
why lie about beatin me/
ur hands cant touch what ur hands cant see/
ive knocked out more ppl than ali/
but thats in da ring/
out on tha streetz its a different thing/
fucken up niggaz like u wit ur fake bling bling/
take a swing/
u try to have a dip/
but back off when i pull out the 16 shot clip/
id rip u in half wit dis gun fire/
maken u retire/
piss all over ur worthless corpse/
show no remorse fo ur enemy/
unless dey buy u da green remedy/ weed therapy/
somethin u cant even afford/
prostitutin ur own mumz to pay ya board/
the bitch cried coz i didn pay her/
ur rhymes gettin gayer/
so ima get a razor/
spill ur blood on my blazer/
snap ur legs/
leaving u on sticks/
maken it difficult for u to suck dicks/
i aint gonna hit u wit a rhyme but wit a kick/
u aint shit/

peace
1

Jay ay Beeee (Guest):


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u said n*gga, but i always pictured u a whiteboy from a farm/

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I'm feeling that line! That is maad tight!

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your reply was gayer than engies and jay ay bee

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Not sure bout dat tho! LOL
Safe

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