Read your old verses, damn man, why’d you bother to come here…
With a wack rhyme scheme, no punches, ended your elevated career…
Battled six herbs, didn’t even KO all of them, man you’re a joke…
Claimin he vet, betta call a mechanic, cause you seem lyrically broke…
Grab the dictionary, look up some big words, add some complexity
Times your skill level by a hundred and still wouldn’t be next to me…
This bitch an herb see, look at his verse, it counts as a punch against him…
And with the high stake of a battle, your elevated life looks very grim…
Why did I go this hard, left you in trauma, oh yeah I remember why…
Cause you don’t belong here, come back in a month and give it another try…

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That Old School Mother Fucker

Aint That A Bitch?

Crhyme Sindicate