check it
you was born to spitt what tobacco into a bucket.
we can tell you rep the south yu carry around a musket.
my rhymes like food leave you heavy and bloated.
they waitin in line to vote and my verse havent even loaded.
yo rhymes were whack i was like what the fuck.
yo too fat get the gun so ican give you a free tummy tuck.
yo you aint blazin ima put this text on fire.
and leave yuu like the great depression whack rhymes for hire.
i can defeat you easily just give the word.
cause i can win this with three lines just like larry bird.

not my best but ok