bitch i know its da holiday and you ain't a tree
but yo weak ass'll get lit up strait fuckin wit me...
chuckie i'll return ya to ya bride,like a bad gift ya been denied
if tha people sed u a winner, den dem people lied (so sorry)
You ain't complex or compound, ya lyrically down
ya rhyme'z a joke, are you an alias of wickedclown?
you destroyin yoself competing, if u show it'll be a surprise..
either way you lose cuz in this battle u face certain demise..
i'm so sorry for the pressure, u ain't producin punches or hits..
its like i'm not movin...but you shootin and continue to miss..
bitch u wanna be me..so i guess that i can be ur worse critic..
and all da rhymez ya thinkin up niccuh, prally i alredy spit it..
ain't no blockbuster hit like diesel in da chronicles of riddik...
u jus finished...face it boi...if i'm a ass..u've jus been shitted..
so many characterz i can barely fit it..i must admit it...
just quit bitch...yo rhymez are lifeless and incoherent...
irrelevant to all and ignored like you ain't writin good rhymez...
aint' got no airtime in a while like yur re runz of good timez...
so au revoir bitch..goodbye..yo linez are a mess....
and remember when u step to meh u fuck wit da best...

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