i don't know what you got against me but....whatevers...

lets go...

Rekluse, I’m bout to make your ass reclusive/
with my exclusive rhymes that’s gonna make you lose this/
You fuckin homo, can’t even spell correct/
you probably got the same IQ as a skateboard deck/
Your flow is like Ja Rules street cred, it ain’t there/
you’re just a little softy, a clone of a carebear/
my rhymes are tight like spandex/
and they're hard to digest, open up your mouth wide and swallow the shit/
thinking your flow really is the shit/
my bad, let me rephrase that, your flow is shit/
brail must be the only way you can read stuff/
cause you obviously can't see that your rhymes suck/
nigga, you couldn't spit ill even if you were talking with molding lips/
I'm so sick and tired of dealing with these fuckin drips/
my punches are swift and vicious/
I'm gonna slap your ass like bitches/
you couldn't even spit fire if you had coals in ya jaw/
your rhymes are like cooked meat, the shit ain't raw/
acting like your real when your fake like Pam Lee's tits/
bitch get on the ground and bow down to the king of this shit...bitch!/

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