I can't count how many wack rhymes you've spat, and
Most times when you rhyme all you do is cat,
Young, dumb motherfucker spittin out yo ass, I'll
Cut your bitch ass like a piece of broken glass, you're
Outclassed,son, so i think i'll take it easy, but
Still i ain't takin shit from dis fat beezy,
Takin me on, fool, have you lost your mind, I'm
Original, but you bite anythin you can find,
I...know...somethin you don't know,
Word on da streets is dat your moms can blow,
Real good too...i had her at my yard, and i
Bent her over and i did her real hard,
Igorant fool...you're too complacent,
I think i'll have to slaughter you like Jason, I'll
Tear up dis motherfucker limb from limb,
Stamp on your face n leave a print of my Timb, on your
Upperlip, shit ,son, you lost your grip, I'll
Bus you so hard, i'll make you do a backfip...

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