OYD
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IP:
uh
1st off,
pick a mothafucka mic up
fuggin herb
**dusts off keyboard**
itz been a minute
aiyo
check it
uh!
Aiyo,
I peeped ya shit..still ain't figured out which part was ya writtens
U gotta be kiddin, how da fuck u got more footnotes than actual disses
In good faith, I set this battle up hopin' for a small challenge
Ya rhymes wack fuel economy, stretchin' em out to get dat extra mileage
Addin' dashes and quotations don't make what you wrote dope or blazin
It just mean u a joke, so face it..ya whole M.O. is to hate, kid
I'm an organic farmer harvestin' u herbs for this beef dish
I gave you all the ammo needed, u still couldn't defeat this
Instead you posted a thread thought you was revealin' a secret
But discovered you sonn'ed yaself when er'body called u a geek, bitch
Spittin' weak shit..what da fuck ur wack wit your anemic..
Flow-style broke-down schemes bitch..I'm rippin u into pieces
Knee jerk ya ass until you achieve this..level I'm at cuz u squeamish
Scared to step up or dream shit..ya self esteem is dead, it seems it
Logical to think it..dat I'm reachin' farther than you can ever achieive prick
Believe it..local rule say I'm K.O.'n this fool, don't starve..just EAT SHIT!
and die
BITCH
uh!
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I'm Talented.Period.
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