$$UPREME Your rhymes are like hospital food, ninety five % reckon bland,/
He's spitting Silver Fist cuz his rhymes are Second hand,/
Freestyle? nah he just preaching enough to top the Pope,/
Claims when hes in jail he accidently dropped the soap,/
His styles aint "Phat" but he Wont leave hotdogs Alone,/
This "Bitch" gives new meaning to "Give a dog a Bone",/
Wishin to go "Broadway" with no O2 and a Bra,/
He knows hes Broke but thinks hell try Purse-Istance,/
Like a "Disabled Vampire" emcee he listens to Leanne-Rhymes,/
Retard Cant fight the moonlight but enjoys the sun Shines!,/

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