iight yo.....

Its funny how yall wanna be dope emcees, & im stoppin to mention//
You couldnt get a foot in...with a shoe horn...And a footlocker attendant// [1]
But Johnny neva leaves his computer, & and this kid aint seen the sun ever since hes been home//
Now his style Pales in comparison,almost as much as his skin tone// [2]
And johnny your rhymes are gettin messed up, my verbal gun's hittin them wit hundreds of blasts//
For you...This battles is like a walk in central park, with son of sam chasin your ass// [3]
You be frontin like you can rap, well ur raps got just got murdered,its a blood harvest//
While most fags are bundles of sticks...you're more like the amazon rain forest// [4]

iight yo...lets get some votes in here...

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