nice drop kid, ok (slaps him with the mic over his head)
look look
ill drop a keystyle blow away any of ur prewritten frestyles, all the peices put in piles
when u get back on in a lil while, feelin invaded lookin for 911, but for get what to dial
amazingly with the crack of my toung ur rung, hung over, rippin out ur loung
ignorant at what ya done, leave ya lickin up ur pereiod blood like its a cinabun
this kats as wack as Taxi cab confessions
so sit and relax chap ima teach u a lesson
ur bars run like a frozen pipe, stuck under the surface
no way to heat em up cuz it sounds like ur wack on purpose
ill leave ur nose cold and runny, and ur body old and bloody like a used tampon
at krogers in the fast-route, i got u bout to tap out cuz im readin u like a scantron
inteligently i have u beaten, delinquently uve been cheaten
ur friends lied to ya, you aint good, so theres no reason for u reachen
ur worst then that fat kid in last comic standing who lost in the last round
like ur wasted off beer, cuz this is wastin my time, ill leave ya passed out on the ground

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