okay...ain't no point of waiting....here it is......keyed....


a member of disciples commitee...quotin my punches, ridin my dick
but A2Z couldn't come wit hotter writes if he was grillin his Bics
ur played punches ain't connectin like lightning strikin the phone
watch ur tone..ur mouth is growin bigger like swallowing silicone
like a jester at sea...only thing u casting out are played lines
but u must be a obese poet...the way u stay biting my rhymes
intoxicatin ur blood wit poison flowin nuthin but Captain Morgans
I.C.U...losin cuz i'm taking u out like i was donating ur organs
u thinkin u hard but ur soft....like turning crack into coke.....
this battles a joke...cuz A2Z couldnt see this victory if Bob Hoped
under 500 watts in a battle u still couldn't shine on the Mic
computers ur source of reality...made a website to create ur life
hang on my lines like impatient crackheads...as im sendin u hits
u beatin me would be outta the blue...like rehabilitated Crips
16 total lines.....5-0......guaranteed Disciples in favor
this coward prolly won't show his face....like Tim Taylors neighbor

blah.........come one wit the playedness

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