plenty of under grad "post" <so much you can "mail" sissy
you can't produce a good verse<and you hail frompharrel city
sub par rhymes come plenty< and still wit rap you come empty
wins can't have it<full of confidense<but, unable to back-it
caused by your ways< of feeding off verses like a savage
your rhymes generic< but, yet predictabiltiy suthes me
cuz readin your verse< like knowing the end of a movie
you're stuck with your rep< similar to sore commit
everytime u spit anoher line<is like a sequal to a horror flick
"crappy" rhymes<so your prewrites< is like you storin "shit"