You know what they say about under dawgs is they come out on top
Mega don't type raw when this little bitch barely drops
42 post and you think you go so incredibly hard
When each week ya bars sound the same like lil wayne ghosts writes in your heart
Febuary 2009 must of been the birthday of the ungreatfull
Even if you was civil you would fight within ya self like your hatefull
Im tired of ya rhyme schemes and how bad you are at this
Its like you don't text with fingers and ya text with ya fist (. ,., mjmjkkkkkkkjkjlklj)
Wit ya pussy lips kissin the keys like its ya last kiss
Because from my keyboard i make yours get into this
You supposed to be the one with the most expectations
Civil thinks he see something in you all i see is another rap soul im taken
You a bitch wit no style and talk about how niggas is gay or about guns
Give me one true personal or good metaphor and i'll admit you got the punch
But you don't you little punk Your style is a generic brand
Its like you is something that can stand but i'll blow you like the future afganastan
Mega types raw because you neva got cred on the stage
They booed you worse then eminem on 8 mile when his mind went blank
So you betta stop the choke wit every catagory 0 and 0
I'll protect myself from you because i don't want a win category of zero/

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