Look at your verse, I can tell by reading..your nothing but lethargic.
So low, that when you aim to please..you have to duck and target.
But ain’t no bitches ducking for you, we know your alone man.
Treat your dick like atoms, and take the matter in your own hands.
Man take you out the frame, I grin and laugh at your game face.
In Site reunions.. you ”Most likely to stay ranked in the same place.”
Don’t matter which greener grass you are, I’ll be the median road.
& I’ll wear out both sides, as if the homeless had reversible clothes.
In the rank race, you need to get hungry..not be sheepish instead.
Shit, If I even finish where you start, I’d still be asleep in my bed.
cashflow, I’ll set down your dreams to go on, here’s a seat from me.
This guy’s not even a timid person,but still shy of the sweet sixteen.*
Fuck this weakling,flow isn’t just only section down a sink frame,right?
On it’s way down, it’ll get caught by your creativity in the drainpipe.
Making excuses for your showings,”Fuck text, I’m too good for rap”.
Well then,I’d split your head,but like Whitney..”I’m too good for crack”
I’ll turn whatever beef you got with this battle into mince meat.
& some Wack verses are just jealous women,always filled with ENVY.
Oh my god, you lack content..the whole 9 yards to fuck with me.
Palm cash's head & make his brains the root of a ground breaking discovery.
Get this guy out of here, I release punches..he heard it in burst.
I guess your verse was the signal,that your taking a turn for the worse.
I’ll get to the root of this problem, without novacaine and bad floss.
I rained on your parade, with water lyl-e-inc used to shower ya last loss.

* hes 14 year's old

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