Wanna Be Rapper?... Kid Shut the Fuck Up, You Suck!, LET IT BE
I Mean Ur Punches dont Touch Me, Mine r Quick to Knock Out ya Memory
I'll serve his ass well-done, leave him Spitting Fire
His lyrics are more burned out, than 5 year old Michelin Tires
Niggas ugly like Quasimoto and heres the hunch, you gettin merk doc.
Battle me? You can’t even “punch”-out on your work clock.
Bitch you comin on soft. Phony nigga get tossed and rocked off.
Everything about you. Clothes, Shoes, even ya’ rhymes are knocked off.
Nigga wanna elevate by tryna battle me will he win.....NO!
think he nice cuz he 1-0 wen his only win came 4rm a mah fuckin NO SHOW

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