...common now, you wasted 34 lines...and got merked

He said hed keep stittin till he won...which will probably be never
I mean, of course ill keep winnin...so I guess ill go on forever...
jesus christ, 34 lines? wtf?...youd think by then hed run outa spit
oh, that wasnt from his mouth...I guess he just ran outa shit...
Because thats what your...uh...words are, cemented and molded
frozen from hotness...because he keyed his verse blind folded
He told me i was disraspectful...said Id lied and hed shoot
the only thing wrong with that...is I was tellin the truth
His drawings of his rhymes suck...brains asleep cuz he bored it
all of his lines are sketchy...but that realy was his self portrait!