I’ve got this cat shook, like skinheads stuck in Freaknik-traffic..
Gettin beat’s-D’s-habit, he’s slippin like I greased-this-bastard..
Now look bitch your whole style is weak, you need a rhyme-enhancer..
And retirement-plan-son, cos I shut pussies down like hymen-cancer..
You will find me retirin-stanzas, smashin tricks like porcelain-bowls..
Take a cautious-approach; I drop more Kids than pro abortion-vote-hoes..
I’m scorchin-your-prose, since each one of your punches-are-weak..
Kickin your ugly-obese ass so bad, my foot’s touchin-your-spleen..
You’ve got nuthin-on-me, so in battle Kid you’d better-watch-it..
I launch-hits with my “index” finger, just to wreck-your-“content”..

Thats all i need..

Peace
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