My lyrical skill is ill...Got you feeling sick...Cramped up standing still/
My rhymes can cripple you...Poor little you...I spit with force that leave ripples too/
You trash, plain ol ass...So my verse whipe you...On the toilet I'm just like you/
I stink, yes that you...I ain't think you had no skill...Who would of knew/
Please work on ya craft...You flat like sodas in fact...It's plain to see by seeing ya stats/

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"Take you out of the game like James Worthy.You ain't worthy.Observe me.I send shots through ya jersey."(Jae Hood)
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