your last battle was your"15-minutes-of-fame",give it up youve already been "slain"//
nothing could help ya"game", "i got my ass beat" to that you should change ya name//
none of your "ass-whoopin"skillz remain,all your ryhmes and punches are played//
all your ryhmes are just fuckin plain,you have no skillz and thats another win i gained//
you and your crew should be ashamed, your gayer than prince in perple rain//
your soft like the kids from the "cabage patch" , your weak i already won this match//
skillz are something ull never catch,not even if i put them in a bone and had ths bitch "go fetch"//
i broke you like a"weak" trojan latex,folks this bitch is "dead" so pay your respects//
next time keep your ryhmes book and dictionary intact,good ryhmes or vocab. is what u lack//
my punches hit to fast for bitches like you to react,give rappin up,your fucking "wack"//
but il cut you some slack,u got less skill then nine-year-olds got hair on their "nutsack"//
so ill take your ryhmes and return em to "sender",your ryhmes arnt gold,just fools treasure//
ill killed ya ass with one gesture,obviously you fold underpressure//
ur a good contender,but i feel like im battelin uncle fester, im wrong even he could ryhme better//
yu sexoffender,your a "fuit",thats why you got served like an fruit smoothy fresh out the blender//

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