spit battle rap, niggas get batted back/
first time rhyming and I still kill the bitch who's lyrics you lack/
verbally murder you and smack your shit outta wack/
pussy nigga fronting like he's hard/
you could write your words in steel and it
still wouldnt be considered a bar/
you ryhmes are like a plane in stall
no matter what you finna fall/
you could launch yourself in space and still wouldnt be considered a "star"/
you could even write your lyrics with water color and still not flow far/
you need to give your lyrics back to your mom/
cuz you couldnt "blow up" if you were strapped with a bomb
u aint good at this game ,
so stick to pong/
get out my face i have a date wit ya mom/

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