iight heres my verse



If you down wit Euphonic heres a good lecture, Kid's bein like Chilly Willy, & hangin with Wood Peckers//
I'm bankin I could wreck ya, and you cant see me, like Anticon street cyphers in Hood sectors//
Propsect you engaged in a route, On some Blind Date Roger Lodge shit, clownin fools while I'm takin-em-out//
Layin-you-out, ya styles played & I'm bout, to smack my name out, so defeat's the only taste in ya mouth//
Beat me? you aint the right-type when I ignite-mics, and flip on tracks like novice kids playin Excite-Bike//
Redundant, is what you write like, recycle the same 50 bars since 99, collabs with me, would be ya only highlights//
Cornball Jock My DICK so hard, the shits banannas, wanna be Ghost, Buster like Rick Moranis//
Kid Lisp'in Stanzas, Ya need Iron Man, little frail fake gangsta wit a pink bandana//
I'll fold ya roast & scold ya, Lil soldier, how you ballin so hard in a fuckin eighty six corolla?//
So the henny stories,over,only looks you take is on tootsie roll pops, fruad you stay sober//
Ya think he's a "cool playa", and i'll say he's neither, frankly blind hookers wouldnt lay this creature//
The herb may be weaker, futures way bleaker, why Lil kids gotta die in their first major Feature?//
Kid's verse touch mine, it couldnt, his Same "Need stitches,please bitches,steez richest" gay bullshit//
You claim to bust guns. I say pull it, but like Mickey Rourke, kid they only play Bullets //
Open his noggin, with a golden axe, droppin arcade games on His head, i'm focused on bombin//
Ya shits Supposed to knockin' when ya only able to spit audios when ya moms grocery shoppin//
Mr.I'm ill in TEXT the only sweet villian, at home in ya seat twitchin, pennin shit that homely geeks diggin//
Hopin ya keep bitchin, so I leave ya lookin like hamburgular, black eyes and most of ya teeth missin//
Wanna cross the line, you on the border too, takin a dive face first into pools that skateboarders use//
Pull chicks, he fakin like kissed more than two, to even TALK to hoes, ya fuckin gotta force him to//
I carried ya weight, but a buck 10 aint the most I could dead-lift, & if ya bring beef, no one'll dead it//
So You'll regret it, Cause you seein ya life flash before ya eyes, Like the Wonder Years openin credits//
Primetime showin kids they need to act right yo, with a Ether gas line flow, no weaker ass lines tho//
Knew ya simple shit cant past mine bro,cause I'm headin into the 3rd, you was just the halftime show.....


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