Mark Greyson, man what the fuck is up wit ur rap name
Sounds like a pop singa, not a rappa, a pawn strivin 4 fame

If dats ur actual name, ur parents had a laugh naming ur ass
They were sittin dere jokin, he gonna get bullied in class

It aint like ur rhymes make up 4 ur current "namely" position
Ur punches hit but they're weak, like ur firing blank ammunition

U aint got skills, u aint neva ate an Mc, ur dieing of malnutrition
Even wit RV international elevation aid, ull b needin physicianz

Ma rhymez are elevated, university level, i shud write a dissertation
ur rhymes r wack, we all know u didnt come close to graduation

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