shit chrit u gettin dissed, maybe a vet/
but ur lass spit sounded like shit/
no hate dawg but I thought u were better then that/
spittin weak ass nursery rhymes, now I know tha u juss wack/
most ya verse was filler, no punchline, so I'll juss give u tha winner/
hit u up with 2 shots in tha nuts, oh shit wait, forgot tha u ain't got none/
so take a pencil an some paper, an jot this down/
come back to the cypher, when u got somethin worth bustin out/

no hate bro.

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