I got nothing for all you to write against,
but yall motherfuckers better not rhyme like 50 cents,
I had enough, but BK, you can't have it your way,
I done fucked you up, your "Tyme" hath come today,
next guy, Posieden was the god of the ocean
so shut the fuck up, whats with all the commotion,
last one up, just so you know im not jokin,
all of your styles, are gonna be broken,
this guys name, is motherfuckin nephew j
sounds like he wants to be part of the kkk,
here is a little tip, wannabe "silent j"
you got no chance, they dont take the gay.
I tried to dis you all mofo's equally,
but if thats not good enough, I'll write a sequel, see?

It looks like I been called upon again,
to finish what yall started, your future is grim,
as it seems, posiedon wimped out,
he even left, before we started the bout,
BK, yo, motherfucker, whats with the name,
like a kid who got fat, says, "BK's to blame"
Burger King boy, eatin the same,
waddleing around, promoting his shame,
get the fuck off the board, this isnt a game,
nephew j, did you ever join that secret society?
i didnt think so, because you can not fight-with-me,
when you battle me, you get insight-for-free,
because when you want to get gay, i reject you politely,
you guys dont have a prayer to spare, against these ill rhymes i tear
im like a bear, I'll have you shredded to bits,
my style is like pepto-bismol, it'll give you the shits,
Your style is wack, and if the shoe fits,
I distract you with it, and hit you over the head with a brick,
So, untill next time, i bid you adeiu,
I flip yall the bird, and simply say "Fuck you"

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