Coming w/ punches.. but we both know their not gonna hit
How can your rhymes end.. when there’s nothing to begin with
Leaving this kid hurt.. so when u walk.. u’ll be limpin
& ur bout to get killed.. now Hack dot.. aint worth flippin
Even though I know ur wack.. ur verses are the same
Never felt ya punches.. like went out & bought Novocain
Stop being a faggot.. ur ego shows me that ur full of urself
Cuz Rv read your punches.. & put them back on the book-shelf
Lets get this over with.. bout to beat u in a quick flash
& if I wanted to throw something away..
........................I would throw ur rhymes in the trash

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..The Council..
7 Day Theory