This boys done… Like I sent him polaroids of my murder weapon the way ya Pict-ure poison/ The joys done… Kids fires small n played so I’ll calm-it like a toy sun(comet)//
I deploy puns…Im a-mazed by you beatin around the bush so let the hedge bend/
I edge friend… Emerge’s fallin off the shelf and still aint a Ledge-end//
You has been…you couldn’t bridge the gap crossin into prep stores/
My rep pours…EM’s relatively half the work to climb over like step chores//
I pep wars to these prep whores…N I’ll hog the spotlight like I speak swine/
With weak minds…Ya talents just dodging ur pages the way ur skill deek-lines//
What I speak shines…Cuz the truth can-surpass(cancer pass) ur lies like throwing tumours pal/ And so the rumours shall….Cuz I’ll leave You “X’ed out” “twice” for “20” like “roman numerals”//
Kids a loser now, cause I got done rapin this bitch….kid you’re fake like a wig/
And on Rb your not even Recognizable LIKE THE NAME IN YOUR SIG/!!!!!