Damn son im glad you follow your Sig
Screamin vulgarity, he has two little pricks kids
You Dont Rap, face it son you get shyned
this cat just put words together that rhyme
Who, were, how, what the fuck you thinkin
You drop shit like birds,barly knows its creapin
Out ya ass? naw thats just how your talking
You ina race for last..we run, ya talents walking
oh my word unbelivable, none concievable
Sick... this dudes Ill with wackness, thats untreatable
facts that beat n blast your half ass raps unseeable
to mircoscopic rubble, worse than trash specs
this is all your verse is, so similar to just crap text
Would say grab a mic, but what the fucks a beat gunna do?
Like a dyke, duckin, no wants to read see or hear from you
Now watch as i make this doggy bounce
slappin pitbulls to balls, an kick um the fuck out

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