excuse me, but u look like one of my groupies
mystery how my punches beat u so brutaly
its time for my critiquing cuz i was peeking at ur last rhymes
vocab lacks and u sound like a crowd of lost mimes
ur puches bring no pain like ur personals bring no gain
ill embarass ya and make ya use a fake name like mark twain
ive seen puddles of mud flow better then ur played verse
ill be givven ur mama a hug after they take u away in a blassed hearse
i bet the birth of u was less dissapointing then ur unequal bars
thought u was normal but in ur daddys geanes i guess was traces of retards

10 lines in under ten minutes bitch

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