This bitch cant spit worth shit//
becuase this fucking clit is illiterate//
bow down to me and place a crown upon my head//
because as you can see your already fucking dead//
ill tare you to shreds//
i leave the even the illest lying in death beds//
i produce rage though words//
while this bitch be cooking with sage and herbs//
im packing lyrical fury//
your lacking rhymes to impress the jury(the voters)//
Fuck You en I don't mean that in the way you thinkin//
this battle is over before you start blinkin//
Murder you and your n*ggas without thinkin//
theres a little tast of my poetic mind//
so go ahed and spit, i see right through your pathetic design//

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