im spittin mo lines then he has wis its a fact//
numbers fallin in his avy remindng me of his stats//
even blind people can feel me, i write in brail//
if he ever spit in my food shit would turn stail//
im spittin tyte while meanwhile u spittin losse//
no nursery rhymes hah thas all u spit mother goose//
this kids persecuted for wackness, he levels with jews//
but hes just an apprentice, like star wars epsidoe 2//

iight mayne there u go u finished