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The Outbreak
your rhymes are pre written
my rhymes are free spitting
ripping into the mic feel the hype
take the microphone cable put it around your neck and pull it tight
the devils right your soul belongs to me tonight
so what if your high tech i leave 10 inch daggers in your chest
dig a whole for your body and make my dog burry the rest
so if you got some beef to spit then say it don't write it
in this battle you will never win i'll fight it, i'm in control u can't break the mold
your a basket case make you get plastic surgey you will still lose this race
i'm brining it down to the lower level so u can undertand my lyrics cuz ur
a new fellow in the rap game that shit is lame, the only thing your popular in life
is getting an std from your own wife
