Son, i'll come at you as soon as my mind opens/
I HAVE BAD VOCAB?!?!?! You musta wrote yours blind folded/
I got more bars that they got in the penitentiary/
This is high school bitch, and your flows are elementary/
Someone buy your cd? bet he died with his refund/
And son I don't need to sniff, I know a shitty ryhme when I see one/
Every single bar you had was worth a super zero/
You a prodigy? HA! ima super hero!/
My cash has to be stored in 4 banks, count em'/
And all you are is hype like the Lloyd Banks Album/
I rap like im 5... there some trouble with this/
Cuz if im 5, you got killed by me, and I ain't in double digits/
Had to pay the shrink a couple of visits/
You won't win, just cuz ima bloodhound don't mean im not lovable bitches!!!!/ haha

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