You rap like you have substance and style, but your rhymes are crippled/
They sag while your in denial, and have less taste than my nan's nipples/
Your shit's weak, you couldn't fuckin' "command" your punches to land/
Their ship fleet solidly if you had a navy general at hand/
My spit's quality brand, while your's rots like expired spam/
Canned, this isn't squashed beef, this' "fired" ham/
If you are what you eat, than I know what cursed your plate/
So next time we speak, tell me mo' about how "herbs" taste/
It's like joker versus the throne, brain versus the spleen/
Stone versus the boulder, you only "blow" during a wet dream/

props to spitacular, i was really feeling your verse.............................. ok lets see who gets this....

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