This man HAS ta ask Brooklyn ta rise to they feets cuz he hits the stage and asses say in seats...
Flappin ya jaws rappin for applause but them 'claps' are imaginary like VD on Santa Claus.

Ya rhymes can't move people leave em expressionless like botox...
Only reason ya got wins cuz ya lap like a ferris wheel and herbs ride ya cock.

Ignorance is bliss so you'll forget this but ya like a snake with no fangs only able ta hiss...
Look how ya punch and consistently miss like ya reps made up more than members of Kiss.

I consider you Shakespeare cuz of ya old outdated skill so I must be Tarantino in here the way that I Kill Bill...
With savagery I'll eat ya legs like I'm a bear then cruely roll you and ya wheelchair down a flight of stairs.

Take the flesh off ya bones like I'm spittin cleavers or spit viral like ebola leave ya with Cabin Fever...
Ya pussy like beaver, I'm RB's herb reliever and after this battle you'll be a believer.


Droppin early...
Hope you will too.
Don't ponder this for hours, man.
Peace

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