Looks like ya dropped 10 lines...
I left at 5 yesterday like I always do...
So here's my retort, first thing in the morning.


Ya conceptz may be ill but it's the ill that keeps ya unable ta kill at will and make hearts still...
Ya don't spit sick like blades and grenades ya spit sick like a parade of faggits with aids.

Crumble ya like a cracker cuz ya weak in stature and whacker than a fudge packer...
Cuz ya got verse of no worth like you at birth a total letdown like strippers in shirts and skirts.

Ya verse depicts ya got a little dick talkin all big but down low small...
Ashamed of ya rhyme like ya are ya 'roll of dimes' cuz both of them frequently stall.

We gotta hold Conceptz responsible for his actions cuz he faker than a whole faction of Michael Jacksons...
Verses borrowed and all kinds of dick followed and ya know he caught them cuz he spits like he swallowed.


Some of them were long so I dropped 8 lines only.
Vote up, please!

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