This site is whack #3
I have clean fate while yall machine dont calculate if I
Take your rhyme scheme and evaluate itll equal zero why
Try be a legal hero? At night I rest yall have to stay up and write
To express, just puny fakes that cant communicate no hype
My computer has data but yall need a tutor in matters like
HipHop, alert dignitary my work is literary it produce rhymes
And loose minds like shoe strings got new bling to show for
This, just waste your time have no taste in your rhymes bar
Stool is where you belong Im wearing bling sell and doing
My thing well while yall cling to infidel stories just screwing
Around, you learn to dislike but be concerned about your hype
Like a dog you turn and bite the hand that feed you rhymes the type
That back stab and write whack vocab you cook crack in the lab
You dont have the dome of surviors even with strong fibers
Yall couldnt make fabrics just fake rabbits with screwdrivers
Looking for trixs //even with the help of a person skilled in
Rap yall still couldnt kill crap on microphones, now when
Are yall thin lines gonna begin to rhyme? // some misled men
Even with head wind yall couldnt blow a verse yall flow
the worse then you go thirst for a Sprite so really yall below
average //
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