B.ull S.hit You’ve been usin’ a ‘Broken’ ‘Braille Type-Writer’ ..Look son ya ‘stylez of ‘text’ will never be felt!::
I’ll have you ‘full’ of bulletz like Im ‘Spamming’ With shellz, skillz is nil I 'checked' ur pettiness, & it fits the 'billz'!::
Call me ‘Dracula’ my ‘venom taste good when sucked out', just ask Broke we all know he’s 'down for tha Count’!::
Ya ‘Broke’ ass couldn’t hold weight if you had fat in ya ‘back-pack’ Ya spits all recycled trash in a ‘nap sack’!::
Like ‘space flight’ I’m bright with ‘timed lines’, you still in tha ‘dark ages’ kidd I’m ‘light years’ ahead of ya rhymes!::
Wait a minute, stop listen and ‘assume tha position’, you couldn’t ‘cop’ a feel if you had ‘5-0’ in tha ‘hold up’ position!::
Ya battle tactics is like ‘plays not in place’, stay outta my face, bein’ ‘Broke’ will never get you ‘propz on stage’!!::
battlen me is like soul search for death on a page, son.. your gonna be takin’ ya own life by holdin’ ya breath on a gage!::
Wally loudah than a harley ya hearin’ me hardly, dawg these ‘shots’ givin you flashbacks without tha name ‘charley’!::
All of my talent makes ‘Greens’ madd, dawg you could’nt ‘reach 500 dollars’ at an ATM Machine ya ‘lil Broke ass’ fagg!::
To say the least, I'm killin ur fam from nephew to niece, like mad relatives at a weddin, I'm 'forever holdin my piece'::
I have a ‘financial investment’ among losers, so 'leave me a-loan', contrary to belief my fists will make u kiss the streets!::
ya have 'a-lot' in common, still want to compete? ya got locked inside ya car, and Broke a window ta climb out and sleep!::


13 long bar style son…
I’m too tired….goin’ to sleep, can’t fuckin’ think anymore.

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