your done...

you got thangs twisted deep but you aint mobin....
wit ya hand throbin from a mental block sobin....
wit all that head bobin, to much dick suckin ya dead...
homo touchin ya self reeatedly in ya sig you fuckin crack head...
lyrcially your a novice you lack the necessary skillz....
poppin pillz for sexual thrill,ice cold yuor mic on chill..
i instill matramony between you and superb weakness...
your flow aint right like a maid up bed sheetless....
its okay pop'o beeasy and elevate your ryhme scheme...
cause next time you will be the victim on this cypher murder scene...

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