he's wack as fuck. i dunno how he'll write his shit in time
& when u spit ur bars, u'll have SIX deadlines
cuz ya shit is played to death, i needa slay this pest
when ur head is spinnin from my right hook, u won't know which way is left
u a fuckin fag, crab, we all hate ur weak songs
so i'ma throw this pesticide.. like i wanted to flea bomb

Don't get it don't vote.. especially the last line.

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