fuck this weakling, ur mother should been offered abortion,
I laugh at ur wire frame specs... and i mean ur body's awkward proportions.
I got Bacardi and Beck's. Swishers n brews.
if ur passing the pipe its at jazz band w/ didgeridoos.
this text battle's mirrored- pictures and image, but behind YOU's my exit
you make a better door than a window- but I'll walk thru you at the ending
that birds nest doesn't just Cast shade on ur head- and most of the floor...
it draws curtains, bangs on the couch and shows it the door
ur style is WEAK. that shirt should be burned right where u stand,
I haven't seen old lines stretched that bad since the last cypher w/ chyeahhh...
u lookin poverty cuz. name one jazz boy wonder who's rich??
everything u 'got for a song' must not include career pointers OR tips
u struggle with verses, I got u- what's it to Split?
I could feed u a jaw line, cause its clear urs doesn't exist
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