Kid, only one dyin by ya lyrikz is you...
Ain't fatal ta no one else, and tastes like ya shoe.
Foot in mouth is what I'm seeing, bad situation...
I gotta handle on his brain, but it's mental masturbation.
Cuz his mind's always in tha gutter, next to his talent...
It oughta look for his stamina, cuz this kid's always spent.

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