as i step to the mic..i show this wack bitch to be a dyke..
the way she swings punches..ud think it was a pillow-fight!..
all your punches "missed"..so i guess yor gettin Stressd..
bitch all your empty shells bouncing off my bullet proof vest...
blinded by light, i leave u disscontinued like a concorde flight..
bitch your shits less elevated..than a kindergarten kite!..
you drop plenty crack lines..so im guessing u like a smoke..
your shits got more rotting ingredients..than a bottle of coke!..
so its simple to see my lyrics too sick,i rip u in this rhyme-race..
even if i gave u a port,polish n shine..ud still end up in 2nd place!..



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