You gettin knocked out the ballpark, i call you Sammy So-Sad/
Writin rhymes for hallmark, your best shit is saved on note PAD/
where's your gonads?......i think you forgot them in your boy/
if this kid pooped out acid, thats the only way your shit would destroy/
i start the war.....break down metal doors with metaphors/
getting nervous to drop shit, like public bathrooms with no doors/
i spark this....mic and leave you a heartless carcus/
this kid's tryin to steal my rhymes like Luda from underground artists/
Erode ur flows, like water u can't hold ur own form/
Let his dome torn fuck bitches every day like i make home porn/
Kid can't get his own label, so he creates his own fable/
"dis-in-vowel' U from the navel.... robbin his rhymes, like a baby from the cradle/
Go WWE on this bitch, like im battling sable/
Got this pussy, hiding undertneath the table/


quick keystyle nothing much butr enough to merk you

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