Like doctor's examine you.. turn ur head to the left & cough
But your like fat girls on drug scales.. ur just heavily off
Your rhymes are getting old.. and I’m just speaking the truth
& ur dope line was good.. until they invented the swoosh
Hope you have a pen n’ paper out.. & u better be listening
You could go into lessons for art.. and u still don’t draw attention
Ah, guest u know how it is.. & I’ll keep smashing your face son
Until your eyes become black.. like Jay-Z’s album
He's
19 and wants to elelvate .. u aint there yet.. so I'll hit ur throat
& I aint talking about hangman.. when I’m going to teach you the ropes
Rv hates you bitch.. just retire.. & get on w/ your life, too
Cuz ur like a new emcee to this site.. w/ a greeting of: "Who the fuck are you?"
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