In the box for 60 tocks, you gots marked like Chicken Pox
Felled and derailed and shut down like Enron stocks.
It's the first fight of my career, debut to make you comments on
Stickin' straight to the script; no need for gay Emoticons.
Rich P. can't spit for shit, his whole skit's a fuckin joke
Chicks run from your flow like kids do from Poison Oak.
You stay gassed, I'm nearly ghost but I've just got to diagnose:
Foul' served this bitch like Denny's does french toast.
I'm just born to this shit, a guaranteed best sella
FlagrantFoul spreads rhymes thick like Moms does Nutella.

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