Checckity Checck Mutha-Fucka
Checcked' ... in ************* .......


Diluted and whack your rhymes polluted at Best,
when battlin me is like Taking two to the chest,
Weak in your styles you makin a foll of yourself,
Wasting my time aint the only blow you've dealt,
You suck dawg, face it, no matter how hard you try,
Your rhymes are just wasted, defeat, i know you taste it, but you still deny,
As a real emcee, hell you're barely a wannabe,
You're so terrible you're barely even on my radar screen,
You're Still a pussy yet your style in your attack is crap,
You Only aproach a subject when you find obstacles begins to lack,
You Attack opponents after someone else goes the distance,
And then cause yourself the authentic definition of a lyricist,
(Please) your just a practice player wishing to wear a uniform,
Washing the captains jocks filled with rage and scorn,
So Classic fuck you it's plain to see im lyrical,
The day you fuck a fat chic over a dick would be a mircale,


Fuck im done' i know it's shit but Classic's going to merk me!

Anyways good luck.. Classic'

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