Gonna blast away at MC-UK till he deader than both Usay and Uday...
Ya portray dismay and disarray mixed with fakeness like ya mic's wearin a bad toupee.
If ya brain was a factory, for 'Real', ya'd have nothin ta sell...
Cuz bad ideas and ignorance are the only things ya got that's 'XL'.
I manufacture fractures to ya skeletal stature and put ya out ta pasture with this win I capture...
Send ya grazin with my verse blazin heated beef that shrivels ya like a raisin.
Have ya 'sun-maid' then twist ya like braids cuz ya spittin flatter than tits in 1st grade...
Ya crusade's a masquerade more like a cascade of serenades that don't even begin ta invade.
With ya brain not precise ya get rolled more than dice, even takes ya an hour ta cook minute rice...
Take my advice go try the Price is Right and tape ya rhymes to the wheel, only way they'll spin twice.

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