*i an't got shit*jus freetsyle continuesly...

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i rap wit a stutter yet want it to be smooth like butter neva wanna be classed as a motherfucka...i may be claseed as a nukka/
My insecuritys is my inabilitys not my ability to freestyle as an mc/
Get me...nah probably not cuz what you don't understand what you can't touch...cuz i'm too hot to dutch...n you'll be blottod like the dutch...cripple you n leave you wit clutches...this battle was never in your clutches/
Fuck wit this n n you'll leave wit herpes...i'm a lyrical whore that will serve thee with orally n give you the biggest orgy/
When i drop it results in a catastrophy like when the results are in your filthy cuz my raps are so dirty n ill-healthy/
wot the fuck...there it is...FREESTYLE

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wit your grotesque features i'll become a ''it doesn't matter wot you look like'' preacher...cuz i'll try to defend you from others disses...i got enough of my own...n i'ma gennie wit wishes/
You can have on...a death wish...
go fuckin wit me like fuckin wit a sycatric patient wit a loaded gun/
Watch a nigga run...but gettin no where like on a tred mill,
I'ma true wigga that's peppin words that shred your skills/
Prsiverance is my learning curbance cuz i don't no whether ima carry on calling ambulances/
Treat you to a lesson in how to treat a patient of torture...
start slashin him wit knives 9 times to take all his lives...sort ya/
wot the fuc...jus freestylin

that was aight if it was off da top . .
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