i said "no (fuckin') slackers" so why did you respond you bumb?//
you're a fuckin' biter son, 8 mile is where you second to last line came from//
good thing I'm an attorney, i'll represent Shady in the infringement suit//
just stand back everybody and watch me lyrically lynch this dude//
As soon as I spit you lose control like investors in reverse stock splits//
My verses’ topic is lyricism so you get verbally wetted like talkin' dirty to hot clits//
I elevate and rise up like a lyrical activist incitin’ these melodic riots//
Leavin’ you searchin’ for definitions like bodybuilders on katosic diets// (look up “katosis”)
You’ve convinced yourself you’re gonna win but when I spit you’ll be remised//
Like hypochondriacs you fakin’ symptoms of sickness that simply don’t exist//
You just ain’t skilled like me, you winnin’? shit that ain’t likely//
This bitch is thinkin’ he’s ill just cause his ghostwriters got HIV//
Who we kiddin’?, your weak lines stand out like the veins on the arm of an addict// ("veins" not "vains")
And your flows coagulated, battle me and step in harm’s way - damn it’s so tragic//
You’re full of confusion like orphans at family reunions//
Cause my metaphors are too complex, that’s why you don’t realize that you’re losin’//
It’s like you can hear paper tearin’ what with the way I just ripped you//
Wait, it’s the sound of you tearin’ out another page in your rhyme book realizin’ you just a bitch, duke//

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