Like racist remarks, ya shit ain't called for cuz when I "bitched" in "slapped", I thought I'd get more...
Instead here ya are gettin beat by my openin bar cuz I treat ya like "street" and lay ya out like tar.

No need ta get personal cuz ya name says it all, so I'm a snap ya wrist so ya can't break ya fall.
And droppin you'll be, this I guarantee, cuz ya brain's leavin conciousness, have ya mind absentee.

I'm a inflict this loss like you give salads a toss, efficiently and without regret...
Diss ya ass harshly cuz ya still "on" varsity while I'm a Pro, bitch, never forget!

Ya bring embarrassment cuz ya spit errant, disgracin the one who provides ya view...
Ya cause so much shame that it's rebelling with pain, ya computer is planning to kill you!

Ya like a mounted cell phone in a junkyard car the way what ya say is at a standstill...
No wonder ya where ya are and never went far, ya talent has ya battlin uphill.

I'm "stompin" ya ass so long and so hard even Broadway's sayin, "DAMN!"...
Repeated boots till ya lower than roots, have ya give new meaning ta "toe-jam".

People can't get through ya rhymes, they close pages and close em quick...
Cuz it's like ya habitually force rodents to run together the way ya always make mice "clique".

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