kid youre a newb about to get fucked/so im about to mount/
the only positive for you in this battle/is increasing you post count/
personals galore whore/only time your hot is in a sauna/
and wit da heat i pack/ it'll have ya body feelin colder/
i warned ya/dont fuck with a textcee who rips while stayin profound/
i try to help i took him to the fountain of intelligence and he fuckin drowned/
kids intellectually retarted/ minds set off of verses in the open/
spiritually prayin cuz its 'Easter'/ lyrically wishing and hoping/
blah at you cuz kid ya rhymes is pittiful dey not considered good/
kid, walkin into harlem is the only time u gettin 'claps' from da hood/
ya claim ya packin heat/but ya ain't hot enuff to raise the yeast/
claimin New York in ya profile/ but ain't no one like you in the east/
i took all ya lines into consideration....yeah even the ones you bit/
they came up like added toilets...it all equaled shit/
i knew u cudnt spit by ya name 'Showtime'/
i kno u got ya pad n pen ready 2 bite of deez lines/
My viscious rhymes fill and wrap your brain like lyrical vines/
Palestinian bombs couldn't phase my adamantium rhymes/
Spittin psychological testaments that wipe out tenements without hesitance/
Envy's evident while you're regrettin facin this one-man armored regiment/
street sweeperz, mackz n 44's limit ya lifeline wit no doubt/
22 lines to murk u/ bitch now im out

HOLLA!

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