this faggot claims to be 2% but his rhymes are actually phat free// (fat free)
and as "sour" as you claim to be my mind's too tactfully "nasty"//
and let me drop a little history so you know about the location you're from//
Chicago was nicknamed the "windy city" cause your granny was "blowin'" everyone//
and fuckin' Eazy-E is the closest you'de every "cum" to a "hot" MC//
you "N"eed "W"ork "A"t this, you're not even worthy to trade shots with me//
your rhymes need to mature similar to a priest's porn collection//
you ain't adorned wit' "methods" - you only ill cause my lines are airborne infections//
the only thing raw about you are the fuckin' soars on your face//
from these lyrical lacerations, 2% is no more - he's erased//
I don't even need any more punches, so I'm gonna "waste these last lines"//
like rehabilitated coke-heads and their lost last baggie they find//

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