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Originally Posted by X-tortion
Roll up your best frees, stale but simple as dutches/
Techniques more frail, than cripples wit crutches/
You claimin skill only means, your oral sources fake/
Say ya pimpin like snoop, and can't import a date/
So I'm forced to take, your corpse to sleep with fishes/
Your flows best friends with Oj, No heat's existant/
Quickly delete ya image, as if ya birth extremely bull/
I'm the reason it's assured, your talents premature/
He cannot grasp a heart, to defend when battles spark/
He either have a shock, or spin wheels like his avatar/
If he had a car, wit 10 livin at apartments, it's triflin still/
This maggot wit bars, far below bein licensed to kill/
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your just a fag,with dreams of humping on some grown maynes
cuz only time you'd go on tor' is jumping on your own name
So fuck you,your insane,can't you even see?
your embarrasing yourself with every verse you spit,jeez
Just stop,do you 'n ya kin a favor,they'll be glad
to see you shut the fuck up once and for all,don't sag
or stall in the process,it's more anticipated than kiddies at XMas
face it,it's futile..you just can't hit these,cuz ur text-is
so wack,it's purposeless niche is comparable to nothing
except maybe your life,but ooh wait,nah,that's right,you got none-&
your lame,wack,rap ain't for you,give the package
cuz all's you do is embarrass a genre with your wackness