Man you called me out for that shit!!!...this is gon be sadder than I thought

Ya rhymes are named incinerator, they full of more shit than horse stables
Those shitty lyrics wouldn't be "current" even if they were "electric cables"
U was country Jay, but u dropped cuz ya rec shows u were constantly beat
Now u called "Raw Material" cuz ya rhymes generate no heat in da street
This nigga stay claimin' thug, but u ain't street jus cuz u tightly hold a mic
This bitch ain't street, the only hood he's seen was made by "nike"
I spit raw, punches always connect wit ya jaw, cuz they colder than winter
Ya wack ass, couldn't properly dispatch rhymes from a "mission control center"
Cuz you nothin more than a fake nigga that "street dreams" more than "fab"
Fact is u couldn't make one hard punch even if u wrote it in "Bruce Banners lab"

Sorry I had to rip ya so bad, but I didn't want to leave any chance of you winning!

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