whom i kidding trying to rap with blue eyes/
i always choke and even bent off the ides/
suprise living in garbage is my demise/
raps worst speciment copy of eminem/
hating my self for being feminem/

brused back,cracked rib,and my lip split from da end of da gun//
oh shit son its dun i'm dumb neva thought to run//
pray fo me non, led pipe to da back of da head//
blood gush red no fled,and i'm kinda half way dead//
lil trick bitch theven shit,when caught guess who caught punches and kicks//
oh hurts shit,took 1 to many hits, face,back and dick,they broke me down like a brick!

im so wack no one wants to battle,my rhymes sound more like pittle pattle,sometimes they dont even rhyme,people could say i'm on tha grime,takin shit from everyone im outta time, coz i choked and i'm sneakin out tha back like slime,goin home to bed with no bitch and no ched dreamin of all tha bitches i coulda had instead.

Come on Alpha, You Aint Half Da, Character You Use To be//
You Skillz Went Down like Free Pros-Teez on Jocky's//
You take Punches- to the head better then rocky~Balboya//
You think you Big pimpin cuz you talk to ho's while listenin to Hova//

im so waaaa....
im so waaafjslk...
shit i finally found something thats impossible to me//
the only time my shit is wack is when u got a bat in the toilet see?//
only flaw of coolwhip is when my head gets wet when i pee//
not the one connected to me neck, by the way i battle for fee's//
enjoy this moment, this is the only time imma give u punchlines for free//

yea im so whack these lines seem ta stack
in tha back of my mind like a mental train wreck//
im a mess a lyrical cess pool of rottin flesh
no need fo stress cause when u test ima'rrest this moment at best//
its like a feast u goin up against the beast rest in peace
thats the ease of suicide back in the mind//
like fuck i just messed up these ryhmes

i'm wack like a pinata, so ya'll best outta, stay outta my way unless i might caught ya
wick wackity wack-wack, wack wack.....
this wic jus anit gonna cut it....

YOYU ALL HOLLARIN UR WHAK//
WELL IM FAT//
SO FAT,THEY CALL ME POPPIN FRESH//
I LEEV MA BLOOD RED N MESSD//
COZ I POPPED IM FRESH//
SHIT I SHOT ME,NOT THA ENEMY ON MA LEFT//
IM NOT HOT IM SOUR LIKE LEMON ZEST//
IM NOT BLESSD,IM A LIAR//
BUT REALLY IM SO FAT IM THA GUY THAT CREATED THA TIRE!!

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