You a Flyweight son ... Your verse don't even apply to me
Rhyming scheme is wack ... comin like you teachin a alemic class
you ain't even a threat .... so I breath the plague
an theres not much of a "chase" .. wit your tail between your legs
oh, an on the matter of illness .. you only gettin with the flu
an your eyes kinda chinky now ... like lucy lu

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