YO check dis

YO lyrcal talent is whatya lack...quick to meet ya demise...
kill dis cracka jack...rip out his soul...and say fuck dis prize.../
Claim the d bitch..em's gotcha surpressed off his purple pills....
but you aint hard...ya bitch ass could'nt clime auburn hills.../ (part of da d... it isnt hard)
leashed bitch...pop till ya realise shit i'm ya master...
kids gangster...his ghostwriter isnt as hard as casper.../
"white kongs" your title weak cracker rapper and he flaunts it...
its not just the name you steal but the rhymes from malibus most wanted.../
when i'm stompin on his head lyrically you can't handle me...
and the wieght on my shoulders...like diet coke...zero calories.../
yo stretched lines like armstrong in his prime...
and not the fact that that is a shitty style...it used to be mine.../
now i switched shit up...a lil shorter...and more harsh...
well tommrow phat mic will stop with his 60 sylabal bars.../
dis is my mission for methods...
...mask you fuckin must be jokin...
cuz after my verse i got phat mics internet connection CHOKIN...


yo bitch...

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