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Lord forgive me, I asked for beef in the house chickens

Before U get heated, take the time to listen

but duck when I start spitting

Amongst all the b****, wanna' be emcee vision's

Phony beefs and petty dissin’ Fordee thought something missing

Then it hit me, most ya’ll muh f***as ain’t got no skill

Most ya’ll muh f***as I don’t feel

And most ya’ll muh f***as, are just little kids

Hiding in tha’ crib, don’t know what hip hop is

I flow because I can, outshine any man

Its been 10 years since snatched the mic out of J-Rocks hand

Now I am laughing at myself doing battles with Stans’

treat like you like a prag, but you in a thong

Im in tha' pocket going long

U Monday moring quarterbacking

Knowing to stop me it’ll take more then those whack rhymes u packing

Fordee a word wizard, free style fanatic, hip hop junkie

One those back packing cats who dress bummy

In the crates

Flowing over beat breaks,

ya’ll fake

A crew of silicon implants,

In the forest or rap Fordee Sasquach ya’ll ants

I still love HER, you treat HER like a tramp

Fordee from the era of gob’ment cheese, crack and food stamps

U think U can rap but you can’t!!!

The kids from a town called I’ll BEAT A BROTHA'S A**

So if you think u that hard, I’ll give you money for the cab

Whip ya’ a** up the street, down the block on the ave.

I know U stupid son, but do the math

Competition ain’t none,, but competition is minimal

When I spit the situation is critical

This beef is done with a fork I’m poking

“don’t front you know I got you open…”