No matter how nice your raps form on this forum, these niggas still ignore ‘em//
Like you ain’t got skills, and they call ill what real rappers call boredom//
They poor ‘em on the boards, with childish and immature metaphors//
Spitting verses versus real bol’s ( boys), but they still feel the rewards//
I’m not complaining, just no-braining a keystyle, but for the meanwhile it’s a thesis//
Still tryna come up how a little fuck came up with a win when I ripped him to pieces//
Maybe I’m a sore-loser who sobs or a producer who’s a snob//
Or a victim who was bashed caused by the aftermath of a blowjob//
They got me all knuckled up, cuz some herbs from the burbs buckled up//
And jumped on this nigga’s dick like a little bitch in double dutch//
And yeah, I’m whining cuz I verbally pulled the glock up out the linen//
Designing all my shots in the verse with a pen full of Malice like that nigga from “Grindin”//
But still got caught when I brought that nigga’s skull on a plate, detonated his face-//
Merked his manhood history- but they still gave that lil’ nigga a victory//
And this shit is very bizarre cuz every bar he spit was so ‘Juvenile’-//
I jumped to the pictures thread just to see if 24 Karat had some gold teeth in his smile//
You can go peep it (the battle) in a while, but I’m still not done; this is called “blowing off steam”//
So allow me to “ventilate” against those who’s tryna blow of 2-15//
Better yet, let me reset, gather my thoughts and never forget//
That despite the new screen name this spit flame was always a vet//
I’m probably this board’s biggest threat, when I rap, I’m hot//
I bring these niggas hell but if all else fails, I can always take up pop//

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