Ill be the first to laugh as i slice you in half with some flows from the underground music banter staff theres no need to continue, no need to reply unless you got the skills but you dont, ill tell you why. In the art of battling you dont ask, you strike first, but you missed and now im pissed and youll leave in a hearse. I caught you slippin, now your grippin, struggling for your last breath, try and match me, im to fancy, to respond would be lyrical death. sit back and grab a pen and prepare to take notes, ive owned better rappers than you with the shit that ive wrote.
word.
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