Yo check it, I wrote this shit in quick reply....

Yo quit the lies, you only work for one franchise
You know the one that sells big macs n fries
Dip your rhymes in the oil just to make your verse slick
Wishing there was a super size button for your dick…

I’m an Ill Mental MC, merking you is in my line of duty
Only punch you ever stomached was Hi-C fruity
Your punches couldn’t deliver if they was Dominoes
When you at the mic, rap reaches new fucking lows
Yo I’ma have to disfranchise you from the rap nation
Soon you hear me diss franchiZe on every rap station
Only time you ever hustled was chasing the ice cream truck
Check it dumb fuck, eating lucky charms won’t bring you luck
Your just a fat ass diabetic but your rhymes anorexic
Just check your name, it’s clear your dyslexic

Got my rap gun cocked, now I squeeze the trigger
.22 caliber rhymes, leave a nigga disfigured
0-0, your record looks like fucking fruit loops
You like a teenage girl the way you listen to fruit groups

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