T_pound.. just one, son that ain't weight.//
I come with entire shipments, choppin' this herb'll be like christmas time sellin' candy canes.//
you got a wittless rhyme and still try'n ta celebrate.//
how you proud of that shit anyways, it's worse than a geo storm, you'll never accelerate.//
just a de-generate freak of nature, nothin' you write'll ever save ya.//
I'm at the top of the evolutionary ladder, you on the bottom rung gettin' ya head rung.//
off the next step up, an' if you manage to get a next step up I'm-a back off.//
never said I was gonna slack off.. 'cause what you don't know is I'm settin' a trap dawg.//
draw you closer and closer then laugh as tha bar snaps on this rat and splats blood.//
I can tell that verse was a drastic attempt ta win son, but you still commin' in last.. what?.//
I'm just tellin' it like it is, and you know it, so just hoplessly composing these bars.//
and toytally destroyin' ya last scrap-a * regard.//
you'll never "loose yourself" in the music, 'cause to do that you gotta go far.//
and you've reached the end of the line with this battle, you fallin' hard.//
dawg should be in lock up, 'cause he's too 'samll' to ever be 'at large'.//

^ bold line was edited to take the word your out where the * is

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