CLIT, you aint gonna like this.....

[Duff]

you claim you're the best, come on bitch prove it
yo head so far up yo ass, the doc cant remove it,
ive had enough of yo constant boastin,
time to give yo ass a roastin,
my rhymes is what you all be toastin,
you stutterin boy, and i'm still coastin.
yo time is up, livin on yo name,
yo **** is lame, its all the same,
you too damn tame, cant play my game,
i'm fo real, this aint just a claim.
i aint gonna stop till i see you bleed,
like yo momma did when i planted my seed.
this lyrical master you just cant stop,
keep on hittin til i see you drop
the bell just sound on your time at the top,
you down fo the ten, aint gettin up.


Bring it bitch, just bring it

[CLIT]

Duff, you must've lost your damn mind.

Aiight son, Daddy's home,
and yo' bitch ass still ain't full grown,
just couldn't leave well enough alone,
the same way I gotta make yo' ***** Moms moan!
Damn Duff, you spit a 1/2 dozen corny rhymes and you think you the ****?
Put out a few pathetic ass raps and you think you can hang with CLIT?
You stupid mother****er, I used to like ya so I'm gonna make this quick,
I'm gonna go fast here so let me know if ya can't keep up with all these hits.
CLIT number one for the longest time,
never put out one weak ass rhyme,
bitches like you never even reach a nine,
mines are all tens cause that's how this lyrical machine do,
can't help it you like gettin' ass ****ed and you give good head too,
better than yo' homo dad,
who's also hooked on crack,
like yo' bitch Moms always on her back,
can't keep her tounge away from my sack,
CLIT fallin' off? How ****in' insane is that?
Duff you ain't makin' **** bleed,
especially not someone like me,
I'm ****in' over majorly,
yo' ass is bush league,
I'm like a deadly disease,
****in' up all pretendin' MCs,
look at yo' quiverin' knees,
you got skill? Mother****er please!
Get the **** outta my sight, befo' you end up dead,
****, I ain't even ****in' warmed up yet,
and I got you scared to death,
you covered in so much sweat,
like a ***** and you all wet, it's ok Duff, do not fret,
cause CLIT has yet, to meet a mother****er he can't beat yet.

WHAT?

[Tha Realist]

Ya boys lack content, that simple.

[CLIT]

Whenever you're ready to go kid. Just let me know.