Still Wishin You Could Spit It Using 'Words-Like-Prolific'
Obsolete, Repeated Rhymes No One Feels 'Your-Hieroglyphics'
In Case All Im Spitten You Class As All 'Pre-Written'
You Whinge Like A 'Bitch' With Claws Of a 'Kitten'
That Wont Work Your Charade Is All 'Fading'
I Can See You After Dinner 'Serenading' (LoL)
Yeah Im Degradin Cause It Can Only Get 'Worse'
U Arab Bitch Sad Dyke Cant Write a 'Verse'
No Talent, With No Man, Your Own Pride I See 'You-Swimmin'
You Aint Winning In This Inning Your Chances Are 'Now-Thinnin'
Now UnderStand You And I Can Never 'Be-Friends'
Cause I Spit The Truest Shit While Your Raps Are 'All-Pretend'
Sitting At Her Table disillusioned 'Lil-Midget'
The Hardest You'll Ever Get Is Banging On Your 'Keys-and-Digits'
Steamin In Your Head Shouting 'I Got To Get Respect'
YoungStar You Aint Hard Bitch Battling 'Over-The-Net'
Come See Me In The Streets I Guarantee You'll 'Pee-Your-Pants'
With Your Own Piece Ill Shoot Your Feet And 'Make-You-Dance'
YoungStar There Was Never 'Beef' I Even Asked Your For Some 'Tips'
Then You Flex On Me Bitch, Thinkin Your All 'Equipped'

Flip The Script Like - - -

Leave Me Out Of It Skank, Its None Of 'Your-Business'
Its Your Weak Physique And Lack Of 'Lyrical-Fitness'
You Aint Changin Any Views That I Hold 'Inside-Of-You'
Fuck You, And WhoEver Is In Ur 'Class-Sic-Crew' (No Disrespect)

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