Flyweight
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IP:
Stop Bitin My Rhymes They Not Edible-man//
Fuck Witt Me You Bettah Have Good Medical-plan//
Son You Bettah Take Notice, Yah Hope-lees, When I Take Focus//
Key An Ill Verse And Post-it, Only Way Yah Gotta Chance Is If You Quote-this//
Save Ya Self From Death Back Out An Drop No-diss//
How This Bitch Think He Furoshis, When I Drop This Verse I'll Leave This Cat Vote-less//
Know-this, I Got Em Marked Out Witt Optical-beams//
My Mic Presence Rip Up Topical-themes, You Know This Fags Droppin-his-jeans//
In The Mens Change Room With Provocative-schemes//
I Spit Hott-like-degrees, Im Stoppin-emcees//
Make Yah Take Back Yah Verse Pick Up A Pen-please//
Invest At Least Ten-g's, On Ghostwritten Frees//
Yah Probley Still Wudnt Come Close To Roastin-me//
I Serve Ne Emcee Locally, Vocally, Endin' Careers Witt Dis Poetry//
I Bet You'll Neva See These Lames-roc-a-venue//
I Serve This Cat So Much Its Like His Name-on-da-menu//
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