Freestylin’s my forte, this is my field and you’re invadin my space,
You could spray me with mace and I’d still see through your shitty raps.
Against me, you’ve got no direction. You’re nervous like a dick that comes without an erection.
That’s ok bitch, I know you’re used to rejection. Little boys cry when they see you, check your reflection.

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Sillz