I'ma spit this shit raw, u guaranteed to fuckin remember me/
If ya don't, I'ma RUN your brain around da block to JOG your fuckin memory/
Add a loss to your record book, make your status kinda uneven/
U a GULLIBLE BITCH so is it aight if i start callin u "Miss Believin"?/
Your initials read "VA", but u aint from Virginia or D.C./
When u rhyme shit about me, u like Green Bay cuz u are cheesy/
U lack lyrical content, like your avatar and profile, your style's empty/
When we listen to u rap, we searchin for skills but da shit is missing/
I'ma burn your style up, yo I'll FRY it like an order from McDonald's/
I'm fresh and clean, your shit is shitty and dirty like a hick's tonsels/
I'll be Michael Johnson plus a fuckin cheatah in this lyrical triathlon/
Your shit is just "Alrighty then" like Jim Carrey wit a MASK on/

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hit dis up wit some votes bitches

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