he spittin such shit he makin fun of himself, sumbody help him
its embarrassin like he spittin in the wind, maybe he’d win if he was battling his twin
till then imma have to keep diminisin his win ratio
u even get bent over like a bitch when facin a hoe, *(who own da strap own?)
see me cumin dis cracka try hiddin by inbracin the snow
wut this cracka cleo, how’d he know, I’d be spittin flows so cold
my typin words be heard like im spittin from a mic
wonder why my rhymes is felt sraight like, cuz they aint spit by a over eatin dyke
roast beef his ass cuz he new to rb’s
battling me on the same game, knock ‘em of da square like a game of sorry
this bitch couldn’t bite right, like steal rhymes, if he was arrested for arsony
battling me at night, he couldn’t steal the show if he spit Johnny Carson at me

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