-::.Stretches.::-

bout to toast dis waffle boy//
nada butta notha newbie ta be toyed//....


k chek it//....
YO im trippin u, but wait no nead to ur already on da Dirt//
couldnt drop a dope verse on me if ya higlighted my verse an hit insert'//
sippin on sizurt, lol lemme hit revert, battle u backwards or upside down on a high vert//
came at me hard, but now u's blushing, forgot u had on-a-pink shirt an laced up-skirt//
fagatysitical tendencies...yo lay em aside//
i dun even flip verses witta nigga who be flo'in up in dat side//
i guess it all makes sense tho---u r a dik ridin voter-hater-debator-slash-promotor//
useless, ur ryhmes, like a carson'witta jet but opertatin wit no motor//
u's got no pop, no need to even carbonate ya soda//
us a trainee text-c-wannabe~an u frontin witta yoda//
peace//
peace..what the fuk am i thinkin, i'll leave u 'filthy' wit none of da sort//
ur mangled, entangled, i beat ur ryhmes sensless, distort, have u claimin 1st degree murda in court//
dont stay tur to ur blessing of fate-re-read-i kill u like u apollo creed from Rocky 3//
bitch wannabe-nigga figga he could hak wit me, not big enuff to-be-a-flea's flea//
bak off inta da shadows-of-shame perminate-ly//
squashed on flavor by a favorible tru-text-c//
sorry had to bust an burn ya R&B...cherry//
forget it...i bust ego-str8 up-head small within his own mentality//
words of beatin me jus simply fallacy//
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