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I don't know exactly what rules u play by
But ur soft son,stylez more jelly than K.Y.

Spittin' dat bird shit don't make nothin' u say fly
Stop boastin' bout urself,we had enough witcha gay pride

A cat like u can only be a mothers regret
Mad she ain't swallow,rather than spreadin' her legs

Only way u'd have a consistant flow,u know! drop on the reg.(regular)
Is if ya' moms had her period witchuaz a sperm dead in her egg

You can come witcha guns out,Im restrictin' ya' arms like hand cuffs
It reminds me of crushin' herbs,for rollin' up blunt,the way i'm light'n ya' ass up

Ur style scientificly analyzed,is catagorized as cryogenics
That's why every time u say ur hot in ur rhymez,i don't get it

I'm the wrecker here to wreak this wretched wrath on u Wreckage
U couldn't spit toxic flow's if asbestos had ya' tongue swelled n infected

Ur the type of emcee thats easily fatigued,u run V.T.-huh,ur stylez exhausted
Like fat bitches on treadmills,lowerin' speeds to try and walk it

Ur a flamin' faggot,that's as close as u'll ever get to bein' a hot artist
Ur more like the contents bumbs burn to keep warm,ur hott garbage

I'm on some violent spazzin' shit,ill spits at this violent advocate
U throw punches wild,none landed or damagin'

Peeps sit n watch at the screen,seems like nobody can stand you
But you can't get to me,its like i was born wit' advanced ankles

Throwin' death blows wit' my eyes closed and still connectin' precisely
Direction perfected,punchin' wit' words as my weapon,don't try me

Ur R.V.'s whore of the month,and ima try my best to get u elected
Probly couldn't come out ontop for that either,so i'll be expectin' u second