Another Student Attending Mystik's School On How To Rap...Today We Have dw...Ok...Your First Lesson...Enjoy

Loaded And Strapped; Debates Are Whack... Cats Won't Consider Ur Bland Tales/
It Figures Ur Plans Failed... dw An Emcee? Only Thing He Delivers Is My Fan Mail/
I’m Dodgin All Ya Punches Coz Ya Shit Sucks Like First Time Bitches, Ya Give Weak Blows/
This Only A Ten Line Battle, Not a Marathon And Yet Ya Cant Hit Hard…I Guess Ya Fatigue Shows/
Ur Screein My Lines, I Got Ya Hurtin, Left Ya Pupils Burnin Coz U Can See My Shits Hot/
You Could Write Your Rhymes On Ya Faeces And Yet This Fag Still Cudn’t Drop Shit/
You Could Share A Brain Wit Einstein And Your Punches Still Wouldn’t Even Come Out Half-Wit
My Flow Is Supreme And Ur Lines Couldn't Be On Point If They Were Barbed Wire Wrapped Around Prison Baracades/
Look Kid U’ll Never Spit Like Me Coz I’ma Leave Ur Bars Fallen And Broken Down Like The World Trade/
Your Luck’s Up… I’ve Left Ya Fucked Up, Left Ya Confidence Shakier Than Ali Boxing Again/

Ok…I’m In The Mood To Drop 13 Lines Like You Did…Get Ready…[b]

Housed Ya Verse Wit Syphilis On Ya Girlz Cliterous, From The Back When You Killin It, Doesen't Mean You Fuckin Ill As Shit/
Spit Abusive, Dot Ya Pupil And Left You With One Eye Like Seeing Life Through Ya Dick/
Cut Ya Throat, No Hope, So Throw In Tha Towel, Coz To Be Quite Frank…Ya Verse Is Shitter Than What Comes From My Bowels/

[b]And There Ya Have It...

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