You think ur dope but we’re actually different, this is the difference between fact and fiction, stab you quickly my blades got made precision, make a fast incision like ur family physician, you think u nice, it’s a fairytale, I’m here to smash ya vision, u may be a decent writer but u still sound wack when u spit it, smack the spit out you and laugh as I’m dippin,— Jon
You claim we’re not the same, but your verse’s identical, to the one you spit last and it crash like you had Diana’s schedule. You mad we on respectable and you meh and be acceptable. Seriously, what do you say besides, “killing, blades, quickly cave you wrinkly cage of ribs n veins.” In fact I do it better than you do, get shipped to Cuba, and you’re leaving assailed, like you slipped in goofed up, went and hit the goomba, and you walk on red shells, cuz you’re slit bruised u
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