[Intro]
James' Dodgers: yo. Iight

James' Dodger: Mind of a genius and the words of a thesaurusous/ I'll break into the hospital with patients rape abortionous/ im tortureous for pedestrian unfortunately that's unfortunate/ I'm on to it metamorphosis with a pin crafted by sorceress/ ya'll can't catch up to me my head is bloated with gluttony/ my flow is disgusting as mustard be and I spit like I'm held in custody/ ya'll can't even mustard me you busted ya'll be busters B/ and I'm surrounded by fake MC's who think they fucking touching me

Quan: No Mercy to the soul hitting n***as with a pad lock/ I love baseball and ima hit you with my red sox's/ With some red rocks and ima choke you with some dreadlocks/ and make ya bed stop and make yo fucking eye balls pop/ im so courageous that my flow is so contagious/ that when I touch a beat I make pass down the ages/ cutting n***as heart and I ain't talking bout I made you look/ im talking bout ill cut your fingers off deep paper cut/ ice cream on my face I bet you wouldn't get it/ but if you was a Constitution worker i'd bet you'd dig it/ im crusty and I ain't talking about your dad's lips/ now shut the fuck up before I kill you/ now you dead bitch

James' Dodgers: I'm back like a squeal see through no prequel/ on a scale from one to ten im ten your nines equal/ I take this game and bend it down and steal its innocents/ I got the crowds attention when you rap they leave attention-less/ I take the beat and eat it up to feed the beast inside/ and all you rappers sleep on me like James' is just the least to stride/ if Jesus's is nailed to a cross then im on Easters side/ I need MC's to feast upon because I feast to be alive

Quan: ya'll n***as had story's ima read you like a book/ time is short that's why I over look/ to be done with the dead lies of the red eyes to kill a part of yo body that you don't realize/ look at my tip don't you get my point look at the world/ dont you see the fucked up scenes that carries the means/ of the subjects of the beans that re exist in the world/ by hitting up on me hard I be like told you men star/ my words are here being scared/ killing shit I told you No Mercy/ now I be like I told you no effect im bout to go meteor and im graving for your soul effect

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