Now let me start this piece, with a sigh of relief.....yes
I must confess, For a sec...I thought I called out a real vet
Instead I caught this,"a killa of text", thrown outta context
Boy, you couldn't spit tight' if you were dressed in spandex
So let's Digress, to the reason that your wins are joke
Your lines wouldn't be dope if you wrote em wit coke
Yes I know...you get vote's, But Killa take note....
Your broke...There's no one here left to go an Deep Throat
Your done, Your finished, Your in my cross-hair's...
You couldn't step up to this verse if I made you these stairs
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