n/m i got this

Cmon spit ya two rounds, yous whack dont spit any longer//
You couldn't 'Go out wit a bang' if you was a 'suicide bomber'//
Im lookin at you and whats ya problem?//
You 'Shaken' so much id sware on my life dat yous from 'Harlem'//
Yous soft, ive already defeated-you,//
You couldn't be born hard if ya mother fucked viagra and breeded-you,//
If you dont kick me dat respect,//
Find me rippin ya head and catchin da plastic supposed ta be blingin around ya neck,//
Im da most flamest nigga you eva saw,//
I be *pitchin da heat* like im *tossin fire balls*,//
I already pumbled-you,//
Have you in a m&m factery flippin da candy upside down and readin it so you could finnaly see a W,//
Ya rhymes is *obviosly out of date* like da site of *meldew*//
Im *shitttin on you* since wit me you gone stay *number 2*,//
You jus spittin disses aint knowin where your words went,//
Now ya *lips dan met somin hard* like you *kissin da cement*,//