Aite quick like here

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Im sketching punches in ya forehead cuz ya rhymes are horrid/
You came at me in a frigid style and im comin extremely torrid/
Who the fuck gon stop yall* me and productions merkin u and all/
I cant recall needin to stall to beat this bitch in a lyrical brawl/
I suppress J smiths progress as i rip him with great success/
Ive got a obsess with finesse leavin this cat wantin a recess/
I suggest you begin a new quest and veer away from the best/
Kid you cant digest this contest cuz im possessed and your depressed/
Whyd you volunteer to battle me knowin ill make ya disappear/
I persevere in coming severe and knockin you off the frontier/
Ima stop right here cuz i don already embarassed this queer/

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Aite yo thas all i got time to do so whuteva