yo bitch, how do u expect to spit sick riffs with only an 8 line diss?/
when your's din't even hit this shit, yo sit and listen/
cuz ur gonna hafta learn from each one of my sessions/
or head over to the wackness emergency section/
take deep breaths, cuz my heat got u almost layin ta rest/
it'll quickly lead u to death, u proply shoulda just stuck/
with rippin from my style cuz u suck! lick cock and nuts/
bitch fucks his dad after lunch for brunch, and that's it, cuz I already got u crunched/


and one more thing
no d/r votes
no hate votes
no crew votes

good luck with the polls j nice


my verse^^^

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