You just talk bitch.. fuck you.. now everybody, watch this
I'll easily get a Black-out.. without ever going unconcious
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Gettin rocked kid.. with simple wordplay, hardly flowing rhymes
And punches so stranded.. you could rival the top clothing lines
This hoe is mine.. so used to failing.. but man, I'll be real with you
The only time Mag succeeds.. is when I empty one out killing you
Drilling your shit.. so kick back and drink.. you shouldnt be involved
Cause I drink Fosters.. that's just a title you've grown up being called
Brawlin with hotness? Im beating you down and kid, theres no telling
Cause your already half Black.. now the other will be red with swelling

Using ""'s doesn't mean your wordplay is dope, kid.

And, you're done.