It's May 23, 2024, 07:41:58 AM
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"Fake-Fool-Tone" increazes hiz level by imitating maxi-padz//spitting long barz combined with punchez and "iron-stabz"//like Machiavelli, im flawless, i blast every situation i grabz//no need for right now....cuz "like Atlas", i crack your flow as eazy as a "book of mapz"//*no disrespectin, but your white shit is being pulverized like antrax//ive already blasted you once, but now you want a rematch//cuz like Medusa, when you cee this flow, you'll be transformed to stone//**after our battle, your rhymes stinks so much, you'll be forced to steal "guccy-cologne"//beat who-ever you want, I-Bo will still own the rap-throne//when im delivering antrax-letters, i do it like Karl Malone//i give 10% but like "Jackson and Snoop" you say "Leave Me Alone"//the only way to tuch my level is to produce a "identical-clone"//
Here we go, tha lyrical version of Holyfield vs Tyson, I-Bo tryna win by BITIN-MAH-SHIT only succeedin by reWRITIN-MAH-HITZ/ Drownin I-Bo in hiz own rhymez, now yah SWIMMIN-IN-SHIT/ So jus SIMMER-BITCH, you couldnt fade ToNe if u was a DIMMER-SWITCH/ --- ToNe hittin yah wit thiz QUICK-SHIT, Kali, leave yah WIG-SPLIT, now yah hopin fah suicide, yah got yah muthafuckin WRISTS-SLIT/ Im leavin yah bloody wit tetinis, cus u was stabbed wit mah RUSTY-SHANK/ Im like a dawg thas been locked up, eatin nuthin but RAW-MEAT while I-bo walkin past carryin a bag of DAWG-TREATS/ Yah scared before we battle, so I-Bo go see yah shrink n he goan STRESS-CONFIDENCE/ Cus u fucked wit ToNe, n im spittin at u harder then 2pac at a Bad Boy PRESS-CONFERENCE/