well im droppin...

ayo...
1~kid please, ur shyt is far from complex or ill/
but wen i speak, it makes ya fuckin heart stand still//
2~u dissin in the cyphers, but on tha battleground/
im dodgin ya punches, n im jus playin around//
3~u weak dawg, 4 letter words wont cut it/
tryna rap wen u soundin like a baby Ruben Studdard//
4~Ima end dis shyt quick so u wont embarrass urself/
all ya punches keep sayin is "im bad for ya health"//*
5~im smokin dis herb while actually smokin sum herb/
n bytch, im spittin fire so u bound to git burned//
6~u new up in the shyt wit sum unkown crew/
git all ya bois up in here, i grill dem too//
7~u cant touch me if i were to try-n-git-hit/
got sum banana clips im jus dyin-to-split//
8~im trashin dis wack rapper like no-good leaves/
but my punches leavin u stiffer den Christopher Reeves//

*Complex Illness:u try to act hard when u like dickz ya self
I might not of told u yet but my skillz bad fo ya health

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