Past sunday, this bitch aint even checked in /
I shouldnt even say much, i dont need anything to win /
His lyrics are humans greatest sin, even when he lays out everyting, trying to be the next of kin /

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My flows bizzare, spitting lyrics to a country guitar /
Words that i make, take the reader far /
But your like tar, sticky and corrupt /
Trying to make people sick, because they've heard enough /
Im starting to get rough, with subpar wordplay /
Spittin medas at your forehead, comparable to an AK /
Im done, nothing more to say /
Fucking you up farm style, throw you in the hay /
At night u dress in womens makeup, covered in Mary Kay /
So spit back if you read this, otherwise its over /
Don't steal no lyrics, expecailly off Jay-Z's H.O.V.A /