its ironic that where you 'from' is where ur endin up....
'i shot u' in the head...n let ya blood drip into a cup....
bitch u came to rb....battle 3 newbs then think u can try me...
hardly....ur all about simplistic flow which will neva harm~me...
u dis-arm me but my punches still improvise ur name...(i shot ya)
we both movin in directions...but the incline ain't the same....(up, down)
u remain a fuckin fag....
...so stuck in his ways, i offer him riches n he sticks with the rag...
to be honest i don't expect this kid to reply, but to no show n lie...
forced to sigh....wen i see him nominate himself 4 rookie of july....


uppin ur verse

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