spit like rounds or clips, a rhyme license
i'll get down if he give up, get six if phive wins
you style cycles drunk as a vet in a wet tavern
and get left with less health than my lil pet rapper
set and match her, this is a chick? sex mysterious
and this bitch can't spit until his next period
seventh heaven, that's how elevated this line be
self-glory's the only reason to dis-like me
dislexic, switch set's within seconds
and the Show vote's rise like every other census