ill rip ya vocals out ya throat and ya gasping for air, i got the illest and realist lyrics, something you couldnt spare//
you sayin "its not fair, i always lose", ya ass is rhymin like ya just got wasted from drinkin booze//
ill put my alarm clock on snooze cuz im tired of ya wackness, no wonder why ya girl didnt want to fuck, you a dude thats sackless//
ya lyrics are factless therefore they dont make any sense, you couldnt take a step forward cuz you'll just trip over the fence//
ya need to rinse out ya rhymes there dirty, i aint a chick bitch so get off my dick and stop actin flirty//
next time ya battle an opponent read a rap magazine, cu the only time you spit ill shit is in ya dream//

~out~

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