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Spit's been through many battles, now this kid's met his match
I dispatch a sick illness...he obviously can't catch*
You seem scared, ur verses? always with explanation parts
Cuz you always leave the point under the lines, like exclamation marks!
Ya only beat newbs, ya future ain't bright cuz you seeing dark
When even if ya wipe ya ass your shit still won't leave a mark
I'll lend you some time, to start mending ya rhymes
Cuz the only rippin you do is having slashes at the end of ya lines
Gonna knock him down in this bout, kid never stood a chance
Little things win battles, 'cept when you pull down your pants
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good luck