Checcccccccccccccckin In' ....

Heres My Verse...

Yo, It's Like I Serve Minds, Kinda Like Brains In "Lunch-Lines",/
This Kidd Is So Whack, He Spits Then Has To Explain His "Punch-Lines",/
I'm Slittin' With Precision, It's Like I'm Deadly And Smitin' Surgeons,'/
Call JaiiLiin Madonna, Cuz Im Rippin Him Like A "Virgin",/
Rhymes Is Hurtin, I Leave Emcees Cold And Hard Like FlintStones,/
Spits Owned, He Always On His Knees Giving A New Meaning To "Down-Syndrome",/
This Bitch Couldn't Cum Hot, Even If His Dick Spits Lava,/
Owning Him So Bad, You'd Think I Was This Kiids Father,/
I Could Waste My Breath Instead I Wont Stress,/
I Couldn't Give A Fuck-Less You Wont "Taste-Success",/
Unless You Come To Battle I Tell You It Don't Matter,/
Holla Back Homie Then Ill Leave Ya "Shattered",/

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