I'm not a no show biatch...here goes

Ya model ya self after Shady since your winning chances are slim...
and when your lines ran out you couldn't even rap about Kim//
ya wanna critique niggas sh*t...who told u to speak...
but then "those who CAN... RAP and those who CAN'T... CRITIQUE"//
don't be quick to dis Trinidad son...treat her like a lady
cause you was born 9 months after March and thus a "Carnival baby"//
I slide snide syllables packed with cyanide... from where I abide...
and you smile at the camera and open it, gettin blown far and wide, 'coyote' style//
(as in road-runner and coyote for the slow)
I 'elevate' you with uppercuts, lobbing u longer than... an elephant's nuts//
bust your bubble with that knock and drop kick the battle while your both lungs pop//
normally when you're startin an RPG punk....u level up first...
but u have high hopes....like hittin Britney...huh Fred Durst//
and leh me see...
your vocab is the worst with outburst like its your second language//
my bars amputated your arms but you wanna punch and do damage//
I'm as slick as Spiderman... but you wanna do 'carnage'//
with a punk ass profile, like you're a troll and this is Lineage//
so moral: reflect on what you've learnt now that you've been burnt like toast...
you have puberty to look foward too...don't risk your life on a boast//

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