u forgot the rules... u were SUPPOSED to spit first but whut the hell
6-12 lines
no c/v
no d/r

like Michael Jackson he tryna claim he juvenescent
he coppin' rock band shirts that say "I Love Evanescence"

look bitch ya can't bling right think u can tantalize me
u absorb them secretions like tampona when i'm bloody

he swallow people's flows that's why he so damn obese
no threats bitch i promise ya eyes won't close to sleep

ma flow's STONIN' ya ass until ya crippled and sickly
just like Bobby Brown when he was ROCKIN Whitney

i'm just too damn complex fa ya, check my calc. to ur algebra
u call urself GANGSTA but can't tell bullets by their calibers

i spit, split, flip, and dip in ta ya spine til it's a little critical
quadra-plead-bitch! call God dying in vain is a little pityful

(lol)

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