Aiight.. Look

Your lyrics are shit, acting like a gimmick with no pride
You say the same shit you spit, when you’re in different strides
I’ll leave you weak n wet like a bytch on heat…
You aint from the hood nigga, you a pussy, you aint even from the street
You’ll lay me up in hospital? … Oh nigga please…
That’s why your baby’s momma is diagnosed with too many HIV’s
You need clinic A after my lines spray n decapitate…
Lay off the women nigga, just stick to the word “Masturbate”
Create a line that will resurrect your pride n fortune
Shit, look bytch it’s to late…
You n my lines have already collided in this forum
Now let me lay on the line for you to inhale…
You better stick to nodding to rhymes, before I exhale
Watered lines to rust your mind into True D territory
Nigga you couldn’t beat me if you had lines
So sick that they’d haunt me…

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from illness 'DeliVerence'