Im vicious, dilicous, Bitches like you always tryna get-this
Ya punches fist-less, Wacken off to ' taktics ' sigs leave-n you spit-liss
Your on my hit-list, no re-grets of beating you, its a bet
Im tryna to get elite, So Why should I battle a falsley-claimed-vet
Get-bent, Your a hood-linch... Stealing this kid, call me the Grinch
Play by the rules faggot, why did you know show to Foot-Print

Time To Get Real

I create action, ya a lame in-fraction with style that lacks fashion
You aint even got full punches, this bitch hitting in fractions
Thinkin you somthing hot, yea... This fag has gon Flame-n
Your ' Wits ' at its ' End ' So haven skillz, please stop claim-n
The win your wish-n, your verse no one will mention
I have you flinchen, cant be real, Im leaving your story in Fiction
So in-vest in my rhymes, other-wise your stayin none as less
To ugly to get bitches, even then Fuckin ya-self is the only way to In-sest
I pra-mote mean, Your thoughts of success stoped at dreams
How can you be strong " Rexic ", Your flow aint even got protien
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My Rule, No Feeding off my verse
G/L hommie...

My edit was to take out the explination

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