givin you 'shocks', like 'pregnant' daughters, with 'electric' babies,
thrown all you 'projectiles', but ur 'arsenal' has barley scathed me,
i got punches, that make extras in rocky films, look like the stars,
lyrical knowledge is so vast, i got more fuel than planes F1* cars,
im genetic illness, you always stay bitch, like the look of cosmetics,
step to 007, u get left in prosthetics, when your body stops kinetics,
your participation in this, is almost absolete,wackness at a peak
the pinnacle of the weak, i thought it was an MC who cant speak,
im gunnin for the quick win whilst u shootin ur mouth, 5 quick votes
your line look rushed, like nervous coke heads using bank notes,
i would hit you with personals, but i dont have a clue who u are,
your an unknown on this site, snook on, an raised not one alarm,
even it your name was micheal jackson, u couldnt 'beat the kid'
but i guess drastic times, call on 'spastic' ryhmes, off this 'invalid',


blah................

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