Hits phat, this miss aint close to me... flip wacks n' rip, I roast wit ease
Nobody's feelin ya in this game... so why not quit rap n' stick ta poetry!?
Ya quicks are slows to me... Im like lightning, deployin' my jolts by ya
Maraud this fraud... aint gon say you bite.. but we all know ya boy is ya ghost writer!
its known women toast lighter, fiyas bitchin n' shook red.. got this bitch on a hook, dead.
makin Fiyas game look ugly as fuck.... n' I ain't even diss on her looks yet!
Listen ya rook, vets is runnin the tracks, we headin fa finish so ill race you there
fuck you up ma... grab ya face n' tear.. rip it off, along with ya facial hair
ya covered in slits, bitch... there aint no way ya duckin on this
my punches'll hit square in the dome, n with ya huge chin how the fuck could they miss?!
jus one strike n' off wit ya dome, hittin n' flippin til I soften ya bones
Fiya ain't jus a ho, that slut been tapped more times than mafia phones!!
rockin' ya stones...when I rupture its hell, bitch... better buckle ya belt
crush wit dispels, cos like ya sex life, ya raps aint ever gettin' lucky or felt
But im feelin ya poetry... why not use all that emotion when ya rappin a verse?
I know... cos this heres a mans game, whore, so stick ya pen n' pad back in ya purse
ya crap just gets worse, Ill rip ya wit two shots, im too hot.. knock out both a ya chins
leave a infectious growth in ya shins... unlike you i dont talk pussy, bitch im boastin to win

burn off most a' ya skin, but I aint feelin ya spits, my punches left this bitch reelin from hits.....
Spillin ya ribs...Leave ya FLAT footed after I replace ya heels wit ya TITS!!!



as always if you didnt get my shit dont vote...

some of the lines have to do with her pic.. which is linked...

and just so ya know... im not sexist or anythin... big ups to the ladies... its just a diss

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