reality

I could see in ur verse, u dont believe in ya work
so ima make sure, da only thing u eat is ur words
I break laws… da only thing u beat is ya bird
but most of all. da only goal u’ll reach is ya purse

bestiality

ur Rap Verse admissions invision a pitifull pass a time
too simplistic to be consistent with a lyrical mastamind
how can I eat a guy, who cant even ‘a-mass’(amass) a rhyme
so ima get ‘drunk’ off ur ‘flow’…like its a ‘glass a wine’
u could-get ur bars munched, or get found ina cars trunk
no fear for ur ‘arms reach’, cuz ur ‘punches’ are ‘far flung’

fuck this animal!

ur not my ‘rival in phrases’, like a ‘bible to pagans’
I know I hurt chu, but-it-dont make u an ‘idol’ fa ‘Aiken’
check where he from: this Girl run wit a Mob a Dames
then named himself ‘masta’ ‘mind’, cuz he bobbed fa ‘brains’


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jus felt like talkin shit
good verse
mr. mind

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