If ya location's above me, I must be standing on my head...
You belong under my feet, lower than dirt, so I'll bury ya in this thread.
Peeped ya shit...
And it's like ya spit dog clothes ya rhyme so ridiculous...
Havin trouble with ya flows like ya cumin with a case of syphilis.
And fuck ya name, ain't gettin hooked by those played out lines...
Fuck ya crew too, ya obviously need 'aid' with those weak rhymes.
It's like ya don't diss, ya preach, treatin the game like gospel...
Only relatin to tha Lord...by constantly spittin god-awful.
I shoulda ghost wrote for ya...so I could've battled talent...
You'd still be gettin the loss, but you'd of put up a betta arguement.

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