---[DeAdSoULjAh considers his opponent wack as fuck and decides to try out a new style]---
shit, imma step up and slit-this-'rippah', go back to being yo momma's clit-eatah/
i'm like nas i spit-ether, me or my words ,your wack shit dont hit-neither/
i've now got you in-an-abyss , you fuckin take hours jus to plan-a-diss/
on hearin my name u began-to-piss, lemme see you spit shit harder than-this/
you a fuckin blotch-on-yo-crew, armed with my lyrical glock-i-shoot-thru-u/
i spit shit in excess so i stock-a-few, maybe to use it later to mock-ya-crew/
---[DeAdsOuLjAh now addin the finishin touches to this lyrical murder by revertin back to his old style]---
you're a FAN-OF-SCARFACE??, you're an insult to da board overseer should BAN-YO-BIZARRE-FACE/
al pacino you CAN-NEVA-REPLACE,but you jus fuckin SPAN-FOREVA-DISGRACE, my flow will SEVER-YO-PACE/
RIPPA,you got dat wack name coz ELITE gang banged and 'RIPPED'-YA-ASSHOLE,you're abt to be STRIPPED-head-TO-TOE /
my shits fuckin tight thatz y you're tight LIPPED-YA-TROLL,i dont need no fuckin code to DECRYPT-YA-SOUL/
i'm original as fuck i'm always in CREATIVE-STYLE-MODE as if I was Eminem walkin down the EIGHT-MILE-ROAD/
provided ya with hell's DIAL-CODE, satan's answered coz of the ryme STYLE-I-UNLOAD, watch ya BILE-CORRODE/
imma WHOLE-NEW-PROPOSITION, make ya SOUL-CHEW-AMMUNITION , lyrically murderin ya is my SOLE-TRUE-INTENTION, easily ROLL-on-YOU-my-OPPOSITION/
you're hiroshima, my shits like NUCLEAR-EMISSION, you cant back off from my HEAD-CLEAR-DEMOLITION, now u'll foreva FEAR-A-DS-RENDITION/
shit i jus burned the SON-OF-ELITE, before he could RUN-with-both-FEET, his rymes i had UNDONE-COMPLETE/
lyin dead his CELLS-DEPLETE, each passin moment his soul SPELLS-DEFEAT, 'no life back' says da DS RECEIPT/
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