Ok, i'm gonna stop with all this bull shit man, nice battle
Sike, you're like a fucked up rattle snake with no rattle
I'm trickin you like a quarter back runnin then doin a backwards laderal
Your rhymes stink and are nasty like my dad's moms tuna caseral
Not as nasty as your mamas pussy, smell worse than tuna caseral
But my rhymes don't suck, my skills come natural
Unlike yours....you just say shit and think it sounds good
But you aint shit....sound like a bitch who think he came from the hood
Thinkin he all thugged out, thinkin you should rap....only if you could
See i bet you already tried to erase your rap side cuz you sucked, then you retraced it
Then found out you was in denial so you had to re-erase it
But now you back thinkin you ill with a hand full of skillz
Thinkin you climed up a long way, man i'll knock you back down that hill
Make you fetch a pale of skillz like you was Jack but couldn't find Jill
Flow is what you lack, have you fucked in the ass like you was Buffalo Bill
My rhymes will give you cold chills
Treat you like a fish in water and slit your gills
My rhymes could fuck you up even if they was doin the wind mill
But i'm gonn stop embarrassing you Skitlz, just untill you actually have skill
Cuz i already made your rhymes look like they were said by someone with the last name Smith and the first name Will

Hey nice battle....i'm lookin foward for a rematch sometime....hit me up if you up for one

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