your rhymes weaker than a newborn baby, you knew you was going to lose this battle, there was never a maybe/you got these weak rhymes thinkin you crazy/thats why im smokin on this blount, eyes all hazy/cause you think you hot, you aint slim shady/ill spray ya mamas house with the m-eighty/you call yourself flex, im thinkin more like katie/cause your rhymes are weak, and you keep talkin shit ill let yo ass leak/put you on a puppet string and tell yo ass when to speak/your rhymes are trash, that shit aint unique/battlin you was just a waste of time/murderin you would be too easy, so i wouldnt consider it a crime/ill pop ya top off and leave in a book of freestyles/maybe you should consider martial arts and learn bruce lee styles(bitch)

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