My lyrics induce mass frustration caused my mad hallucinations like you were on X//
And my rhymes leave you dead in your tracks like I cursed you with a hex//
These punchs leave you talking senseless like Brad Pitt in Snatch//
Where as I come with KO’s you barely make a scratch//
Just like ‘Lennox’ my punches hit so hard its obvious your going to ‘lose this’ (lewis)//
Your lyrics are ‘chincy’ and lack ‘cents’ just like you were to ‘jew this’//
I’m gonna leave you ripped like I was R Kelly and you were a Tyke//
Your lyrics lack wits What happened did your brain go on strike?//
My lyrics are infectious likes SARS they infiltrate then attack your Sorry Ass Rhyming Scheme//
The closest you have to winning this is listen to Jay Z On “A Dream”//
My win is a “shoe”in like this cat trying on “And 1”//(O And 1)
Even if I got u a dictionary you still wouldn’t know the definition of a Pun//

~*Finisher*~
Now that this shit is “game” over you can go home and sip your tea//*london
Maybe if your lucky you can still get tucked in by your mommy// *hes only 15

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