It's all honesty. You're losin', bro. Easy to see that this chump'll choke,
I can see how you're confused though. When Iron every single fuckin' vote,
As for your chick? It's tough to say. But dudes prolly refuse sex,
Cause your girl is breathtaking... after that fat bitch takes a few steps,
Unleashin' knee slappers on this faggot. Makin' this queer die quicker,
Even without humor in my lines, all my bars are fuckin' Side splitters,
What is it though? Lay or Side? And from where did that shit come?
Oh, you just add words to positions that you like takin' dick from,
Fuck this battle, bro. I'd slap this bitch and rattle the earth with him,
And Iron's maiden? I'd torture... But she already looks like a fuckin burn victim,
This dude ain't gangsta eye to eye. But online this lames more,
Cause he's quick to E-jack you late in the night... lookin' at gay porn,
Got stomped twice. So your whole little act is see through,
But now it's round three... Bars that I actually fuckin' need to beat you,
And I'm not really tryin' at all. So maybe this cat can win it.
It's time to turn over the belt... Right before I fuckin' smack you with it,
You chill with lames. My crib is party central, makin' skirts just climb up,
Cause we rock with 'a band in house.' That reminds me of your girls vagina.
VTL has been cool and shit, I guess. But it's time for me to jet now.
Forreal, bro. Everyone knows this champ match will be a let down.
I don't think either of us will try.



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