check

*drops verse*

[intro - this doesn't count in my verse]
the kids riding solo, like what he does at night
and his lines are jsut the same cuz there never done right
u wanna heat up the room? well check the coat pocket
fuck it i dont need the heat.... cuz im cold hearted
we can go ace for ace, serve for serve
meta for meta, playa, word for word
we can go line for line, punch for punch
u can get it anyday, playa any month
call u a bitch, that suits ya best
ill give it to ya year round like u-p-s
i see ur a mess, and im just plain better
now im owning cats like animal shelters
[end intro - start real verse]

u need to quit playing gangsta... the u.k is just not hood
and u may contain infinate lyrics, but none are any good
his lines are nothing special, filled with bs and waste
& the only time his verses' decorated is on the holidays
u wanna set up a play date.. im thinking gun play
hes a model for wackness, and rvs' his runway
maybe someday u'll be better, yea maybe someday
till then its case closed like liquor stores on sunday
im killin the kid in his sleep like im freddy g
and 'close the door' on his career like im teddy p
ur not at all the sick spitter, all i hear is just pain
u may think ur lines are plain dope..
.......but we see them as just plain
*insert wordplay*
another dude claims an rv revolution, ooo this is scary
rb'll milk him for all hes worth.... well he is legen-dairy
*flips line i said i would*
my rhymes are extra crispy like they was stale snacks
but kings' lines dont lead anywhere.... like braile maps

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