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westsiderider323:
i spit, after this youll be sweatin like Mel Gibson at NIKs house
yo rhyme game shittier than what i shit out
i spit out rhymes that recite genocide
remind you you fuckin roach im the pesticide
rest aside your mother left to die
next to die i left NIK in critical condition and called on you for life support
i suppose NIK realized his lifes too short
chain around yo neck i got this on lock
you flock to were theres cock
caught between the crossfire spot
you cant beat me, like an empty mag you aint got no shot

Sikotic™:
I think this means war.

Herbal_Life:
this aint war this is a whore layin on the floor
getting raped by elior and now he came to sam for more
but he aint ready for war..darkxs got machettes and swords
verbal incision.. i smoke this blunt and lyrically settle the score
now hes just ashes left more sore than his ass is
after the darkness hit him harder than steve nash's passes
bleedin ass from gashes.. im leavin fags with rashes
you suck ass like a rim job, i dump ur weak raps in trashes
the genocide brought me here and now i'm hustlin the lowerclass
lambs are goats..down ur throat im shovin in broken glass
im done with your homo ass,i'm sick of this "stress", ima go puffin on dro n hash 8) 8) 8) 8)

westsiderider323:
your mom hates you, thats y she dead
in yo words, myruht kooneh
X you out, give yourself head
NIK feedin you biscuits you fuckin bitch
stop suckin dick for thizz
you got no dick but stuck in this
you dark cuz you lookin thru ya moms dead eyes
said I left this dead lights
wit no head, you dead lights
heres blunt then came change
you hate on latinos, we the reason you insane in the brain
fuck yo dame, and come down wit the Big Pun
and big guns, lets B-Real, Im godzilla Chinos know im XL
you can exhale before I take this bitch over like sprint did to nextel

Herbal_Life:
you keep repeating ur shit.. wheres ur brain mass?
im losin mine reading ur spits...no props to ur lame ass
u aint vast not in my same class.. ill make your veins blast until it rains ash
smokin u is like smokin plain grass and i like when my maryjane lasts
keep talkin about my dead mother, i aint upset, brother
take a look at your own mom who should be dead instead of her
keep jokin son and pokin fun, but you aint hurtin me
cos my dead mother can still kick it harder than you can currently
and that suckin d for thizz shit aint buggin me for shit bitch
cos your hispanic ass would panic fast, if u were drugged ud eat a dick quick
i know the insecure lowclass type when im witnessin him
strugglin with his metaphors, while i got metafives in my lyricism
suck my dick son.. i know u like it in the ass bro
plus u think ur big pun when ur not even fat joe
ur that slow u lack flow and ur mama is a fat hoe
i stack doe got cash flow with enough shell give me a fast blow (hispanic bitches ;D ;D ;D)

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