look bitch your shit is wack, your 'semi crack' you lack the skill/
im stating strait 'facts' telling the 'truth' like tobacco add 's on dunhill/<-ciggerett brand)
im going for the kill~chill while your body gets put on ice/
im nice when i spit~i Rip your script like cyclops fiering a gene splice!/
your getting cut up like my last opponants your no one specail but a loss chosen/
Your like people holding a mic and not sppitting kid your posing!/
im coming to a close, u chose to be beat'n like retard hoe's/
this kid spitting weak, don't come back your disgracing me/
i'll sever your feet to show you defet, i'll embaress you on your street!/
I should slap you for being gay, you can't text like me so really i mean it... go away!/

(yo this kid going for the most losses in one day.. put him in the gunniess book of records)


Wearing that blck hat you think you got class
but really all you got is one big ass
But hay thats ok it took skill to get that big bitch
fuck if i was gurl i'd rather fuck a witch
oh shit whats that i just said about a with
why the fuck fuck would i like to fuck you mom
You say your thinking
dam you can't even beat yourself in chess
but hay if you can't get any chest
you meliswell just playing yourself in chess

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