If spittin' played lines got you rich kid you would make loot
Cuz see battlin' you is like me matchin wits witta grape-fruit
Whats wrong you look nervous your verse has a shake to it
The structures so flimsy my pinky fingers can break through it
My attacks come hard, lyrically a dentist man I cap them bars
You come to Tech for help on your punches like I map the stars
You desperate for lines dawg them things are on life support
You practice twistin other people disses around like it's a sport
Your worse tha this newb that I battle earlier named Lil Phresh
A week from now theres knuckle prints in ya face still impressed

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