It was forced n I laughed as I wrote it
No passion in flowin at max against an ass with no colon
Your vernacular's had a pass but now you're trash and it's noted.
The quips you attack with are brash but lack an acid as potent
Latent devotion to flowing- I think my knacks are in poem.
You're a snack, a kitted kat, get snapped in half when I'm focused.
Tex sellin cat, no pimpin that- just has a vag and its broking.
Text selling a craft you've never had- and your whole act's beyond bogus.
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Ahem.
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