Your style's completely wack, its cheesier than cheese nips
Ya rhymes so old they were imported on "slave ships"
I'm rip this bitch ass then look around an say who's next
Cuz even if u were "jamie kennedy" you couldn't avoid this "X"
This mothafucka is fake as hell an these things I can't assume
I talked to ya gurl she said "only time u a quickpunch is in the bedroom"
You think you the shit but you will be disillusioned no longer
You should feed ya punches spinach too get stronger
I'm a beat ya ass, they'll think I drew on ya face wit crayola
Cuz of the way I left circles around your eyes darker than "aerioles"(circles around women's nipples)
You know you lost so I won't be mad when you decide to abort
Your rhymes should wear a bra cuz your punches need support
Your rhymes wouldn't get high even if they were "randy moss"
This is claiming he "blueprint" so let me construct his "loss"
Your rhymes are "primates", they haven't evolved, a loss is ya fate
Cuz even if your name was "Tony the Tiger" you still wouldn't be "great"
You couldn't win wit a nifty trick, killed ya 100 ways take ya pick
I hope ya mind works quick, cuz ya punches ain't workin' try "kicks"
Only talent you got is sittin' around playin' wit ya "punch me clown"(dick)
My spits murked ya, now u ain't around cuz in my spits "you drown"

Hold That son!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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