Damn this cats occupation is kicking my ass, must be fiction cuz ya making me laugh/ profile

Heatless is the spit ya brought forth, in a three man battle ya still placing Fourth/

Just fourteen already Bitched like a prom queen, little tyke my Spitz'll make ya Gutz squeem/

Cuz I'm sealing ya fate, when I grab this mic ~N~ spit up ya face/
Burnt 2 a wicked disgrace, like a rappin Rue Paul mixed in w/mace/

You may be GIVEN but I take! grab a hold of ya neck ~N~ Shake/
Shit must be what ya Ate, cuz ya spitt'n shittier than Flamin-Jake/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!