[COLOR=Yellow][B]Tha People's Champ[/B][/COLOR]
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IP:
not my best as i rushed it but should stil be enough.....i hope?
First taste of real gladiator, serve him like irate wasted waiters, end up with 10 digits on your face like basic calculators…
Tek call's out all imitators, you ‘outta line’ like ‘illiterate narrators’ and couldn’t catch a beat packin rhyme defibrillators.
Hope ya religious, it over before its finished,.u can’t win this, cuz Tek throw shots puttin death on this bitches wish list..
You just miss kid, and Tek leave ya showered wit disses, it could be your birthday and you still couldn’t come gifted…
Bring wack spits and get ripped with apocalyptic tactics, show him the end is near like naive Vietnam draft pics…
Rhymes is plastic, kid ain’t severe, he anti-climatic, bitch couldn’t ‘match up’ sparkin phosphorous fabrics…
This tha true test, tek chew vets and leave crews vexed, beat ya dome with texts and leave em wit loose necks
This fools next, show who’s best when head smacks through chest, left this kid noddin like he was sayin ooh-yes…
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Met!culous
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