Starts off by Saying:

Roses are red violets are blue, God made me hot, what the hell happen to you

My Punches hit harder then Ali in his prime
Guess What, I'll be on you faster then a Jew on a dime/1

You aint hittin shit , im deliverin punches like i was shippin fists..
Im winnin this its like i tore up my pen pad cuz im rippin this../2

Cat must've got your tongue, cuz you havent sung
Your like a tar infested lung, your days are limited, your pratically hung/3

Your no emcee, why do u insist on challenge me
Your verses don’t rhyme and u still think your marquee/4

He is slow with his monotones, like senile hippies that abuse reefer
most people use one half of their brain, this NewB refrains to use neither/5

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