That shit i last wrote is what you call my best?
The rhymes you fire wouldn't hurt me even if i wasn't wearin a bullet proof vest
Your hits, shit they were all misses
My punches hit you harder than i "hit on" bitches
Talkin about my metaphors, you couldn't put one together even if you was The Metaphor
My rhymes are takin yours down to the floor
My rhymes hit you so hard they drive you crazy and put you in a feedle position
My rhymes are like math, you couldn't figure them out even if you was a mathematician
The shit i spit will make yours disappear like i was a magician
You couldn't grasp your hip hop side even if it was your intuition
My rhymes got you wishin you could be spiitin the shit i've written
My rhymes are on top, watch over yours like they was baby sittin
I could beat you even if i was William Hung wantin to be a rapper
Cuz no matter what the shit i spit "bangs" like William Hung bein a Ricky Martin actor
And what you quoted wasn't my whole line
So stop tryin to make your rhymes LOOK better then mine
Cuz they aint
My rhymes will wash you away like you was the itsy bitsy spider and i was the rain

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