I already know another win's coming , this shit feels like Christmas Eve/
But no gifts for you ...... you gotta beg for nickels on the streets/
My rhymes are loved like British and tea,yours more liked than a parking fee/
But you ain't got no house..you be seeing more black and white than a referree/
Only reason u ain't crying is cause I already won...this ain't no earned run/
U a virgin at 35..but you couldn't get laid if you were friends wit Bill Clinton/
U nutin new,like gettin sued,soon as u walk in the room,you get treated like poo/
Cause that what you are,you more ignored than the bottom of my shoe/
The problem is that you got no skill,you got nutin u could put in a girl to fill/
You rapping is messed up,like a book wit no words or fish without gills/
If you mourned for every loss you got,your house would be a river/
You nastier than a fat girl wit a hanging clit or hairy armpits/
It's called rap battles,not funk battles,so what the hell you doin steve?/
But it don't matter cause I don't care,you a waste of my time,just leave/

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