Yo...

I'ma crush this kid, gangsta? Please, you're nothing bitch!
I'm "so hot like stove tops" you "couldn't touch me with oven mits"
I'm grippin' the iron, the trey'll speak, make this faker cease
Then watch this hater "sink" like a "kitchen appliance"
This man's game's hollow, and it can't stop me dawg
But I will "pop your top" like a "champagne bottle!"
You a lame emcee, know better than to play with me
Because ya rhymes "don't make cents" like "broken change machines"


Meh...key'd...8 lines...G'luck man

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