This kid aint 2Pac callin’youself the return of Makevili…
Feelin’ up lil girls bellies, cant even claim your R. Kelly…
The Militant you aint killin’ shit so quit all the gun talk…
My rhymes are ludacris, comin’ for your number one spot…
I’ll smack this hoe wit the Calico, watch his ass fidget…
Your whack flow will never grow, like you was a midget…
You cant evaluate OK?.. so you try and hate your way..
Threw the site, I knew you cant write, you fuckin gay…
Raps boring to read like an essay, You RVs rap cripple…
Ima take this win rappin’ circles around you like a ripple…
Im hittin’ a triple on you, like we were playin’ baseball…
Im like a rubber to the Militants whack lines, I erase all…
You just bite me, that’s only something snitches might be…
Your fake and see threw like that bitches white tee…(his avy)

Good Luck

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