I know what ur spittin' ur shitty prewrittens are not hittin'/
My words are sickenin' ur perfect record i'm puttin' a stitch in/
I shine flourescent. Ur weak attempts at punchlines ain't connectin'/
I'm having writer's block and u'll still get hung up like phones with bad connections/
U could spit ur words with wings and ur shit still wouldn't be fly/
My punches hit hard, treat u like TLC and knock out ur Left Eye/
The mind's bright, words reflect i blind ur sight/
Agreeing 2 battle me was a mistake like babies conceived on prom night/
U can't see me fool. If u get a vote it's BS dude/
U winning is impossible like playing cassettes in a PS2/
Nebo my weakest flow will still ur demolish ur hardest/
'Cause ur style is like broken trash compactors all u spit is garbage/

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... U better hope i don't remember ur name/
'Cause i'm dryvyn drunk hyttyn pedestryans on memory lane/