
Kanye: Aight Mamba, man, what you got for me? How can I make my verse legendary?
Kobe: Me and Ron-Ron, gonna beat LeBron.
Kanye: Uh, that's sorta weak, fam. This is for my song remember. Artest would love the shout out, though... What else?
Kobe: Gonna beat the heat, Three-peat skeet, skeet.
Kanye: Anybody ever tell you what skeet is?
Kobe: Yeah, here's another rhyme: Eagle Colorado, you know I'm gonna score...
Kanye: You don't wanna go there fam.
Kobe: I was gonna rhyme it with "whore."
Kanye: Stop.
Kobe: Beware of the mam-ba, I gonna drop a bomb-a, da explosion clear the lane, Kobe gonna bring the pain.
Kanye: Well it's your best so far, fam. But I'd say "Kanye" instead of "Kobe." Cause again, it's my song.
Kobe: Then you can't use it.
Kanye: ...
Kobe: 'Bron got nothin on me, I don't need no Witness.
Kanye: Alright alright, that's hot, where you goin' with it...
Kobe: I moved so much Coke, put Pepsi outta bidness.
Kanye: Come on fam, everybody know I never sold drugs to get by.
Kobe: LeBron can't win, he's a really big bitch, Miami Big Willie-style, I really liked Hitch.

Kobe: In West Philadelphia, Born and raised...
Kanye: Forget it. We'll go with the Eagle, Colorado line.
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