Actually, fuck blind spitting. I'll post cause i'm tired of waiting.


I’m laughing my ass off at this lyrical joker,
The only time he’ll be straight is in a game of poker.
His verses look so meager they outta be on a food stamp,
One resident of Edmonton that’ll never be called a champ.**
Like dandruff he’s just a little annoying white flake,
A gangster never, but he’ll always be fake.

Listen….

You’re not Shady, so stop acting like you’re in 8 Mile,
Bet you beat off to that movie ‘til the tissues formed a pile.
When rhyming I don’t hesitate to put in all my elbow grease,
So my rhymes tear into you, leaving you lyrically diseased.
Meanwhile E’s just another slice off of the Eminem pie,
Unfortunately RB’s already got a surplus in supply.


.** (Edmonton is nicknamed the city of champions)

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