Whyte Ave. Verse

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Killa Kobra’s ya name, dick suckin’s your claim to fame, that really is a shame/
All of your rhymes make no sense, your talkin’ like Shakespeare/
Rappin defiantly ain’t your future career/
You might get it done in the porn industry of incest/
Back to the battle, to me your just a pest/
My lines are like the U.S., when I’m done bombin you it’ll just be a big mess/
You think your bustin rhymes so good/
They can’t get much worse then what’s under your hood/
You thinkin’ to yourself how’s this guy know/
Well your girl told me all the inside info/
She says you can’t please, and gave me a plea, to which I agree/
She says my dick is like a redwood tree, since she’s only had penis in inches of three/
Ask your girl if she took the test, 2 blue lines means she’ll be pregnant with my infant/
You’ll find someone new, you may have to fuck gay ass, but its somethin’ to do/
A leprechaun laughs at you, better find a four leaf clover/
Cause this rap battle is all over/