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yo

THis cudnt spit right if he switched lanes,plus ya game aint ready//
But u had to pik me to battle,r u insane technically my spits are deadly//
fuck what they may say- not a cause for concern//
Deadlys face looking like a stampede afta I get my paws in his perm//
positive he’ll learn…. once my fists go to work// left pissed an cryin, thong twisted like a misses, fag suspicious- I’m issuing a Sisqo alert!// skitzo, berserk- I might be psychotic//
Ya game might “see the light” like high beams- with holes in his Nike and Prada//
why these clothes get shot up?- unsightly foes a product//
watch these hoes ego’s corrode when I write these flows I thought up//
DA rb users knows what’s up… he knows he’s caught up//
GAmes raps r laughable, show me how the West was won// when ya rockin Stetson and Wranglers- minus vest and gun// technically sound, my techniques to clown, leaps and bounds- ahead of tha pack//
this nusery rhyme schemes in pre-school…. probably spit out “re-do!!!!!”, instead of a rap//

YAturn