my rhymes'll pummel u, who the fuck are u...capcom get his back-torn-raps are worn-out like his underoo's...
con's a crowd pleaser, with a hundred boo's-stumble upon this kids humble-beyond...so betta make like a tree-with his luggage in palms...
befo i fumble with harm, and do a mess-up...like his face-after he streetfights with nun-chucks...
stupid dumb-fuck, oh he's off probation-but still takes it in the ass so much-it's a war-lords relation...
a bore of a cause, caps meta4's get caught in his jaw...word count i'll sniff this herb out-like a chore in the mall...
and do it often, as he masterbates to gamers weekly-but this battle won't cost him nothin-his fates a freebie...
blazin freely, i keep the mic elevated...after he spits the smell will fade in-well i'm savin...
the rest u gets no respect, battlin illconcepts was a joke-so start reelin the pole-but first look in the garage-cuz i'm stealin u'r hoe...
revealin the flow, and keepin it shiney...bleed as u time-me-rappin and cappin this com..befo i'm smackin his mom-nightly...
tryin to emcee, go ask a fuckin poet-cuz if u had any skillz..it rubbed off in the ocean...

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