Look Loyalty don't toy with me, I threaten ya game/
Although you're destined for the stars...on the ends of your name/
Expectin' to gain, any respect from me? The fuck is this pest?/
Elipsis in front of ya name, I didn't know you could stutter in text/
'Cuz really though, you're not lyricly inclined/
Those drugs must have visions of bein' "dope" appearin' in ya mind/
I've been clearin' up my time to drop a quick spit/
But this dip shit hasn't even checked yet, quit bein' a bitch kid/
Sorry, didn't mean to hurt your feelings with that last bar/
But when you've dropped you kow you've gone down, like gas peddles at NASCAR/
You're over son, and even though I just flow for fun/
It only took me 10 lines to make your record 0-1/

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Free Agent