my rhymes are like my 9.they'll put more holes in u then swiss cheese
by the time in done with you, u'll be on ur knees sayin please, please
why u try pretendin like u a rapper kid when u know u ain got no flow
when im done spittin ull be like the twin towers on 911, dont exist no mo
my punches and flow will go straight through you knockin yo ass on the floor
u probably buyin ur bittin verses and rhymes from the dolla store
see unlike you my shits acually original
ur shits bland,boring, and jus plain out dull
aint nobody in therr right mind gonna vote for you
unless of course they suckin u off cuz they in ur crew

im out

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