flow you dont make "cents"..even after "hittin the lottery"//
and ya "text" rhymes are more "sorry" then a "written-apology"/
It stays the same duke, like “photos of ex girls” I’ll rip you out the frame dude//
R.S is a joke…change your name to lonely rapper cuz no crew wants you//
Kid “you aint got shit” like the last time we met…go and check ya d/r votes//
Cause the personals in my verse having you “seeing more stars” than telescopes
'Seep-through-necks' you cant hurt my chest cuz ill defeat ya next//
if you had fat women typin for you, you couldn't spit 'da-seat-full-text'//
im sick wit it...and them lines you got dont make sense like tall midgets//
i spit raw sickness...like phone numbers on movies you stay gettin false digits//

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