what'd-ya know I had time...

there once was this little bitch who went by the name jadafix.//
he came to spit but in all honesty his style's like a fat slut gettin' dick.//
it's naaasty, the kinda shit that makes me wish I never learned ta read.//
someone should kick his grandparents asses for lettin' this kids parents breed.//
serious, isn't there laws against engineering disease....//
bitch please, you fuckin' with a blunt in tha big leagues.//
strength of kemo weed with twice tha punch, lines like killa vines out ta crush.//
you straight soft rap like you had bars made-a plush.// "damn"
mahn, you gotta realize I utilize every word in this language.//
nah-m-say'n, you ain't got a chance unless you christ and spend a day just pray'n.//
there's no-way-in this game for you to be famous.//
they don't let wack ass rappers record tracks that attract laughter.//
you the type to step up and get forced backwards.//
always comin' in back doors in hopes you don't get scorned.//
an' merked by scores of people who hate on weak wannabe rhyme reapers.//
wait no, rhyme theivers.. equivilent to industry decievers.//
I take it straight to ya chest and relieve ya breath an' leave ya heart in cardiac arrest.//
you so bad you don't even "hardly have a chance".//
it might as well just be an automatic victory for me.//
'cause at this point your insecurities'll be the only cause of your defeat.//

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