ur not bright… da typ strikes like snakes wit raddles
if ur so nice…y u had to beg a week for a battle
this nigga dares to try: but I lock him in hell
becuz ur "flow" compared to mine, is a "drop" in a "well"
tha shit u leakin, has no trace of what’s needed for hot speakin
I get y ur names confidential, ur skills are "top secret"
dis kid couldnt get hot, if I lent ‘em a leather
so go fuck wit a ‘new B’, like u inventin a letter!
Acceptin this… u didnt think first of ur health
next time read ur name: and "keep ur verse to ur self"

thanks again con...
good luck

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