Ayo
im as high as ur state, but ur a lyre how can I admire a fake
or respect ur page when da rhymes sound tired and require a break
this firin’ hate speaks straight endless so contemplate
why does he call himself tremendous? To compensate!
U a loone job thinkin u could suvive around my two blocks
actin all hoorahh will get ur country ass kicked back to da boondocks
Straight out of Ohio a gangster who can skill a crowd?
ur not a rapper u actor! I know ud rather milk a cow
So bet a dime I’ll destroy his brittle world like a city cat
I’ve heard better rhymes from little girls singin’ pity pat
theres no escapin once attacked, ur facin obliteration
tha shame is ur pages lack all creative agents
how can u believe that u could beat or be better than me
when ur words hold as much weight as a feather at sea
watch ur wishs turn to sand in an elegant breeze cuz ur delicate speach
never had a fishs chance in a pelicans beak

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