It take a miracle, for this bitch ever to be lyrical…
Born 2 spit on the mic, eversince I was cut frm the umbilical…
Ask any mc on this site, yes I am empirical..
Ya lil’ rat get outta ma town, call me the hiphop piper..
Look whooze crumbling down, oooh the lyrical sniper
Got shit all over and around, you…and smelly like a used diaper
Call ure self the god, of freestylz, plz u aint hard, plus u got a shitstyle
Yes I will be restin in peace, but u’ll be restin in pieces
And u will cease, to exist, body covered in feaces
Ure brains never at eas, I’m blowin death kisses
And you can never handle my lyrical thesis, this is
Ridiculous, fucked up when u started to become too ambitious
Battle against me, shit I’m jus too meticulous
Talking bout ma shit never impresses,
Bitch you know it imprints its..
Self in ya brain, sniper ya bout to start fallin like theb rain
You know CL is way better, drop like a 800 pound wrestler
Your vocab aint too big to be digested, it jus tastes shit and its infected
Even if u were the last man on earth, u’d never be the president elected
That’s your brain on drugs..u lyrical bitch, so get of that

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YoUrS TrUlLY... .CL