fuk this kid yo'............freestylin bout how broke he is in a cypha an shit


u nedda go an get the fuk 4rm me...yah i got a house and a car bitch im not bummy*
u funny...freestyle bout how broke u r an call ur self ransum like you got money
needa go head and hustle up sum doe..cuz even if yah lines was diamond crusted ya flow worthless bro
havin a crowd stone u the only way u 'rock' a show..ill sock this hoe body bag an tag ya toe
writin yah name besides mine the only way u'll eva be next to me chump
go head flex wit me punk...ill walk all over your lines like im being tested for drunk
ya wak an ya flows they lackin spunk...when ransum make his lunch the only way he 'packs' a 'punch'
ransums skill's they thinner then hair follicles...so suk up this loss cuz we all know u love to swallow dudes
first in line at school an still no1 would fallow you...so ya verse is 'pointless' like a broke pencil unsharpenable
the vastness of ya wakness is remarkable...think u can rap u retarted fool u must'a rode a yellow buss or two
im leaving you stuck not knowing wat the fuk2do...my advice crawl back into the pussy that fukin mutha'd YOU! (HA)

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