*grabs mic again*

its just plain & simple...i stay poppin yo pimples
& i stay getting money...like quarters, dimes, & nickels
..even more than that..i stay shittin on ur rhymes
makin them shits stink..& thats how ur lines
..are..ur like a star from the earth..just stay away far
..from me..since bitchass-haters dont even know what a bar
..is..i stay in the past & i stay destroying Empire-'s
only time ur rhymes are hot.. is if u threw them into the fire
ur just a liar..but who cares.. Skriptz is here to shut u up
but haters who call me a "herb"..is bout to get smack'd up
..side their head..this aint lie..bitches..im speaking the truth
& only an idiot would think..that a phone stall..is a mic booth
stay chippin ur teeth..u know i cant be beat
pullin the carpet from under u..so u can say..u've been off ur feet
my rhymes are sweet..fat kids love to eat..but who cares
..really..u said u dont take drugs..but u stay lovin the DARE
..programs.. ur punches dont land..u stay in never-land
u say u have a band..but no1 plays a damn instrument man

*drops mic*

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..The Council..
7 Day Theory