just match it.

nigga u aint xplosive, but my terror is fuckin fowl
cause i could see you blowing up..
..if your head was wrap'd in a towel
i got bags of rhymes, while none of yours are hurt'n me
zippin u up cause you em-body a bag perfectly
thit bitch can't assess shit, his futures outta hand
x got'a be given rakim brains before he thinks of a master plan
your dead man, murder'n you is pleasureful like sex
s'cause i'm always on a good roll how i'm always pop'n 'x'
this nigga vexed and perplexed and can't grip reality
like the fact he couldn't even give his sigs away to charity
and of course there free, there worthless pieces of shit, bruh
toilet paper wouldn't even wipe the ass they came out of
your a waste of space, kid you really have no life, b
i been here 2yrs and you have like 800 more posts than me

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