ive waited long enogh dawg,so il jst drop first

Verse:

ur beats have cut ur own troat "slit" bitch,
ur lyrical rhymes were slipin battles until u hit dis hitch//
your rhymes are like slow start
like fat men in go-karts//
my 12 gage is smokin and ur tokin on da funes
il put a lyrical cap in ur arse of fuckin wid biblical tunes//
ur stlye is genericaly imposable to follow
but unlike ur bitch ur mum does swollow//
dawg ur a male jiggilo jerkin wid ur stlye
my punches will leave u drunk,so il add dis win to my file//
stop haggin wid micheal jako he's got u fillpin wid kids,dats crime
if it's smellin kids cock's u won't,snif on a white line//
dawg, u can't handdle my lyrcis,then hail,
Mc beats is "insane",he can't read so ill spit in brail//
rappin comes easily to me,see ur neck my rhymes will snap-it
aint life a bit wen u make losin a habbit//
your lyrics are fucked up convention,
weres mine are biblical rhymes witch god didn't mention//
dis page is for lyrical potencial and for dawgs who can spit,
dis guy thought he had a pube till he piss out of it//

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