Aight.. check it:

At the mic he seem well versed cuz he got his verse rehearsed
But after this, he avoid the mic like that shit was cursed
The way you rap – it’s like you trying to be the worst
They call you sprite the way you obey that thirst…

This cat couldn’t be sick if he had fucking AIDS
Cuz he not, and he does - a lyrics site and 8 MC’s that he paid
But he still come like “I’m gonna shit on you” – rhymes simplistic
Fuck that, I’ll splatter fecal matter on your platter like I’m just plain sadistic

Last MC to test me got 8 to the chest, so this cat stressed
But damn there ain’t no excuse for the way you dressed
Pussy try to hide his breast with a camouflage bra
Shit’s why the only love he get is a “ménage a moi”*

Check the sig, this cat call himself a “freestyle prophet”
His style’s free, explain why his album never profit…
Your rhymes from bad to worse, never sold by the sell-by-date
Destined to end in the hearse, like you fell-by-fate

*for all that don’t know.. it’s like a “ménage a trios” is three people going at it.. “moi” means “me”.. you get the picture..

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