Yeah, you're so bad, you make medicine sick,
But not in a tough way, cos you just irrelevant bi.tch.
But this spit's hot like peppermint strips,
Judging by the evidence it's straight malevolent sh.it,
If you resist prick, you wont fare well against it,
Even if you and any eleven men you picked,
Came to battle that'd be the moment when I went sick,
After one bar ten of them split,
The last guy could tell I meant it,
Split his lip when he slipped and fell against it.
Call me your emenence slick, cos i spit some heaven sent sh.it,
Got the mic gripped in a hella clenched fist,
Hear how my tongue twists as I yell against it,
I'm toosik, I got lyrics that are forever endless,
Sh.it I spit more than your president's dick.
So get your friend list, and start telling them you recommend this
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