aight, here's my shit to match yours

Yo, check it.......

Seven deadly sins? Battling this bitch is easier then eating mandarins//
Cause you’re hardly an obstacle, like you’re a Popsicle high on gin//
It’s too bad my knuckles are bloody, so I’d choke you with a wristband//
And I’ll rip you up like I’m ripping up genetic DNA strands//
Trying to lose my weight? I’ll leave you meditating on a baby carriage//
Break this bitch’s neck, and have his so called “money making scheme” fucked up like Britney Spears marriage//
Weak rebuttals? This isn’t debating this is a rap battle//
Your humble lyrics don’t bruise me but it has most ill rappers baffled//
Predicting the future? Then you’ll probably know the results already//
You rap like a malfunctioning robot, like is doing R&B with Beethoven’s 8th Symphony//
Long story short, I’ll have this bitch dig his own grave//
And prove to him I use garbage as a noun before having him molested in a rave//

that'll teach you..................i think.

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