10 lines thats all
hell the other kid didnt even check in
Complexe step your game up man


keyin his death in 10 lines..






Im still killin these newb bitches, still got fans in waves of bunches
He’s still a loser, still wack and for christ sake still explainin punches
And yea I peeped ya sig…spellings awful, u some kinda fool, shit
If I were you I’d quit my day job…and go back to school bitch
Complex Illnesse, yea right…hate being the one to call you out
His moms had cow, and then went straight to the slaughter house
No notables or accolades...resume is bare and least commended
I throw mirage of punches...while his was never there to begin with
but I’ll just end it...too busy laughing at the lines you wrote yourself
guess I’ll cut this bitch some slack... before he chokes to death

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