Cool...
Good luck, man...

Here it comes...
On its way...
It's here...


Three Hundred Sixty-Four Dollars and Seventy-Five cents...
That was your whole income last year, it's why you lived in tents!
Like a homeless man, the soup kitchen was your night out...
But that's all changed, you've got a sugar daddy, as long as you open your mouth!

You rap to him romantic, your lyrics filled with passion...
You're so grateful for his cash, his dick you never ration!
You never say no, just like your battles don't flow...
Defiant's a lyrical Rain Man, a true autistic show!

A mental midget, a dunce dwarf! Damn, is your brain small...
Like DiCaprio in Gilbert Grape, your mind can only crawl!
Like Napoleon without Josephine, you sit in your garden alone...
What can you expect, you've got no text, you're a whack ass little gnome!

You're a freakin cum freak, you lap up jizz like custard...
What's a matter, Slingblade, run out of taters and mustard?
Got the munchies? Well smoking the herb made you delirious...
It makes you spit rhymes, silly and not fuckin serious!

So...you sure you wanna MC for notes that are "C"?
Cause, your income would starve a cockroach...
Metas, Wordplay, and Lyrical Flow, are things you'll never approach...
Poor bitch, he'll be forever riding Greyhound in coach!

Ok...there it is...
For what it is...

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