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Lyrics
Check it out... PM from spitt, tellin me i'm battlin oso, i'm like are you fuckin serious?
same dude on my dick lovin my style, lovin my punchlines and shit... check this out
oso ain't near the level of me yet
Drownin you in this shit but barely gettin my feet wet
sayin you mediocre at best is an overstatement
you overrated, there's no debate kid
Ain't even seein how ruthless this shit is
till you understand the fuckin truth in these disses
oso's impressively weak, you contendin wit me?
please! wack no matter how nice you pretendin to be
Ima spit flames to make you burn alive
have y'all heard this guy?
couldn't kill a beat wit vegetables and herbicide
shouldn't have bothered spittin that worthless try
back up, slow ya role, you ain't nice bitch
a masta, controllin flows when i write shit
wack fuck, oso knows i'll rip his tight spits
this cat sucks, fold this foe wit a light diss
I'd diss ya style but you keep changin ya steez
thinkin it's your style that sucks, that's entertainin to me
(what? you think i'm done wit this kid? please)
sure, when you battled scripts that shit you spat was sick
but after this lookin at ya spits, the fact is this...
practice is badly needed n you wack as shit
u know you gotta come retortin wit flames
but you wont, cuz ya skill's as short as ya name
knock me in audio,but you suck and can't spit in text
comin after me? this kids a mess!
what are you? 25 still spittin on the internet?
so this may sound funny, but grow the fuck up
i'm ahead of you wit the sickness like when hoes get buttfucked
When you saw me beatin the best you know i'm leavin ya wrecked
Who the fuck is oso negro? you not even a threat
you have an equal chance of victory just spectatin
snatch ya lungs outta ya chest to prove i'm breathtakin
actin all hot, you just fakin... I shatter fakes kid
Leave this faggot wasted...
'Fuckin up his punches' so bad it's practically 'mastrubation'
What?! You know you can't touch me....
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