aiight son rest urself yung buck

mos ur verse dnt ryme yung punk

yo textual messiah, my lines narcotic i'm a supplier/
you dillusionally think to win, hope is all you require/
nope, my verbs scar like tatoos, nobody worth a bar would back you/
wen i approach, it'll be ur heart thats first to attack you/ (hart attack ya'll no)
so i suggest real hasty, u turn 180/ (180 degrees)
before u soundin like smallville, 'somebody - save me'/
u sleep on a 'park bench', wen i commence i 'start to vent'/
ether flows dat 'charr skin', u gonna need more than 'clark kent'/
so wen u c me, ur ass best 'get on ur skates'/
before us two collide like 'techtonic plates'/

yo lets get sum votes up in here , i hope i taught this shittalker a lesson.

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2 Tyma AKA Boy wonder