Ya Rymes sound like a turrets disorder/
lien like a Punk ass bitch trien sound hardcore/
Bet u will b been givin no more respect /
Matta-of-fact ya rymes are poor n those medifores suck fat dick/
u couldent win if you wrote ya lyric till chrismass morning/
Ill still kill ya worn out spits all over the rb fourm/
They all laughin at you n i seen u battle before/
Ya whole verse is mismatched like outcast's outfit /
Theres only one difference.....he can actuly rap about shit/
Was that just new or pre-written/
ither way it took 5 minutes/
Ride the thought that noone takes you serious /
how u figure to Dimnish the sinnister wit ill litature?
u cant even speak real words bitch get it togetha/

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