I stand here and read the wack flows u spittin//
u could 'fuck a bitch in the ass' and u still couldn’t 'hit it'//

u cant win cuz ur lyrically 'declined disabled and unable'//
I leave u in the 'intensive care unit' wit ur 'heart unstable'//

u need some 'musicality more imagery' 4 details of ur 'blank verse'//
U wont be sadly missed when u rollin by in that 'black hearst'//

I leave u 'cold-fated' while spittin forms of 'ice'/
bitch im merkin u bitch u might wanna 'drop the mic'/

This gat leave u 'non membrane bound' like 'prokaryotes'//
this a 'lyrical campaign of Electoral College' bitch u aint getting no 'votes'//

yo tengo ganar
adios

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.TCS.