aigh't time to drop this right now

I'm sick of this, of havin wastin spit on this bitch, the second time dissin u kid/
what I gotta do? rip ur shit till u twisted ur lips, to avoid hearin ur shit/
cuz u busy suckin some dick? shit, I don't really care if I win this/
hit and miss bitch, cuz every line u speak, is gonna be dried up from the heat I reap/
pastes B? smokin to much weed got ur brain pacin slower then it takes to grow a tree?/
but I'm the roots cuz they sink deep, just like the way I speak/
and they all part of the Gene Pool juss like u an me, that's y I disect u clean/
break ur verses like missing 2 paddles while ur floatin in a boat down shit creek/
and u don't even sink deep, cuz it only takes 3 inches to drown out ur disses/
listen to ur mother while she's bitchin in the kitchen, watchin her poppin pills/
durin her 28 day usual session, then she asks u/
to fuck her dude, not cool, but it's just like u, cuz u into taboo/ (<--nother meanin for incest)
and I still got, 3 more lines to go, what? u think I'm just gonna cut my rhyme short?/
but i guess I could, cuz u can't even bust this good, so why not stop?/
cuz I don't think that I've tortured u enough, but guess what? I guess I am done so good luck/

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