Listen.............

My periferhals allow me to see, mathematically I'm indivisible/
So even if ya tried to flip wouldn't matter if you spit reciprocals/
You dispicable, look I'm seein your mug on milk cartons/
My lyrics are like Viagra, two to three inches max your dick hardens/
Pardon, but you couldn't spit LATE night if you was "Johnny Carson"/
Disheartened? the way my text rips apart your rib cage/
You couldn't make headlines, cause you prewriting the front page/
And your mom's gay, so what, that would make her a carpet licker?/
You better than me? Calculate it! Wait do it again, how do you figure?/
My dicks bigger and my wordplay is more ferocious/
You couldn't round third base, if you were disguised as Scott Broscious/
You're HOPEless, and we're not talking about the diamond/
Cause there ain't a whole lot of unique value to your rhymin/
Your mom's cryin, cause it looks like she raised a failiure/
You must be "loco" son, cause my verbal train simply de-railed ya/
Impaled ya like there wasn't a whole lot at stake/
Leavin your spine broken in pieces, suffering from mutiple back aches/

Go ahead........Peace






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