I beat this little rascal…these pounds make you go dizzy
You come with brittle parcels…why think your flow hits me
This kids spits are falling…he’ll never pick his remains up
These quick bars mauling…rascals ended when I defame luck
I’m fighting a gay with sick mischief ways…but kid you aint ill
I make his writings amaze…when I hit through his lame spills
Why come open handing…its like hes failed to give anything sick
Your like a slow pen landing…the way you squirt many things shit
I make your wacks ways crash…to show your rate dont pass all
Rascal dont think you lay flash…you should rename to brasscal
You make more bores…bout time you get your weak things pounded
I put this kid below the floorboards…to show I leave him grounded
Rascal spits waste…but nothing that piles up near grimy material
I leave your scripts spaced…rascal your wackness aint likely arterial

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