learn to rhyme kid, like i did, open ya eye lid
my radar cant find you, cuz i blew you off tha grid
ya lyrical jibberish is a sin, like halloween ya been michealed
sounds like ya jaw is made of tin cuz ya rhymes is recycled
only way ur spittin hot fire is if ya tasted my rhymes there HOT
ya just not, bout to get verbally shot, cant match the talent i got
no chance of retalitation, cuz ya dont wanna seek payback
payback is just as bad as ya last its totall-y fuckin whack
your a bitch with one loss and no wins so quit now please
one more verse from me and ya rhymes will be blowin in tha breeze
cuz ya jaw got shattered and ya lungs have collapsed, ya shook
12 lines.. 6 bars... thats all it took, if you dont beleive me just look

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