yo, its in the rulez theres no biting so i dont know what your bablin bout.....

heres my verse


Like out cast, throw yo hands in the air, keep ‘em there\
Bring those rhymes here, direction dis bitch like a stearing wheel/
Bringin yo rhymes close to me’s the closest they come to talent/
When Dis bitch rhyming, ready the played rhymes siren, cuz u ganna need to sound it/
U call this a challenge, pr nelly dropped his weak shit earlier looks like u found it/
When u tryin ta say cool shit all u cum up wit is darn it
Cuz u couldn’t lick up clean shit, if u spit the expensive Charmin’s
“I steal, im hood,” u have have u, no more misrepresentation after I stab stab u
u like to grab fag juice das da only five finger discount u bout
aint none returning, cumin first and last after he be goin south on me
cuz my dick and rhymes always above u like a balcony
bout ta be like im eminem your benzino we know what the outcome will be
once they notice my real timberland lines vs. your gay solcony’s


ite get yours up, no biting..........

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