Karps verse
Dear Kent,
Lama aka number murdered you and I’ll paint the picture kid
You thought you would get Bynum, and took a worse L than the sixers did
You aint champin shit cuz what you’re typin is the worst
You’d have a better chance asking strikta to breathe life in to ya verse
Your HOF plea was a sad scene, you’re the reason this hobby is dumb
Bey doesn’t kerosene will define him, so I’m a burn his body with some
I could give a fuck about hof while campaigning was ya best hope
How does it feel you wrote a 5 page novel & all it took for bags was a meth vote
You’re the emotional type, you love to diss then get fuckin pissed
You’ll call me block head, but you block heads on AIM & cut ya wrists
This bitch kicked it friday in fight nights which I still pitty
^I just used a bunch of words with 1 eye so you wouldn’t feel shitty
Typin paragraphs after every battle then act like this shit is nothin
Bitch you’re frontin cuz you done put up more walls then victor’s cousins
Fuck glockoma put the glock on ya & blam off easy
Aim high watch his brains fly as James die, RIP to Gandolfini
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