nympho maniac in this rap game, always fuckin' up his lines...//
is the way you act in public, the same way you "act online".//
like this was evening-theatre you not a real thug, just a jay-z impersonator.//
waste of mega-bytes, this guy's whole rhyme's composed of mega-'bites'.// *bittin' lines
this ain't mr.rogers block son, but it is time to say good-bye.//
I take your life, break it down for you like this..
your vocab ain't shit.. your moms a whore and your dad's a faggit
you're sisters gay too, but she just wont say it.//
your audios are so bad even soundclick wont play it.// <---lmfao
I could hit you with a 'round'-house and still our positions ain't 'rotatin'.//
I'm on a higher level, you needin' some elevation.//
but damn, you couldn't elevate if you was a fuckin' space-man.//
I'm on cloud nine, you composin' idiotic rhymes in your moms basement.//
face-it, there's no room in this placement for you.//
take up a career where you a slave on a power tool.//
or you.. could maybe get a job as a baby book writer.//
or is it too hard to come up with rhymes like "Climb, Climb, little spider".//

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