I could use your style to score, then use it to win a trial or court
yours cant convince a little, Broke… that’s why u barely see him & your ex collects child support
see, I also know that little fat slob loves eating chilly, no greens
Broke likes to play detective… but has no clue Mrs. Lesnar is used to spilling the beans
cherish every day cuz it may be the last time u use personals again, clown
Great memories last a lifetime… yours is of your 2 week old son who is around ten now
we gotta stop this nonsense; this the kinda shit we cannot fathom, fam
your verses don’t just tank… this square has protesters lined up from here to Tiananmen
u trained lots for this lame drop but it’s in the mechanics of the rhymes u wrote
u tried delivering a powerful message… but it’s like the chain popped on the huffy bike u drove
Metaphorically speaking; your punches are a joke, why train?
Lesnar never learned how to throw them… while mine are dope like Cain
So u gonna brawl with who? u punch like a girl, so u may wanna call a truce
& if u get caught up in the crossfire… I bet Joan of Arc would show more balls than u
I got great charm; I get pussy plus a place to crash after a night at the late bar
& if it comes to worst your mom’s my insurance… while u drunk dial Jake from State Farm
I titty-fuck bitches unlike u who gets slapped & meddled
Let’s be honest, if u crushed any cans… it’s only to sell as scrap & metal
people expected better comp in a finals, instead it’s slaughter, geek
This sonning is such a slap to your face… it left a burning sensation on your father’s cheek
& Yea, u got the freedom to look-up whomever u want but ya prying is weak
got congress questioning the patriot act… ever since you started using Belichick’s spy gate technique
Searching threads to post statement lines isn’t impressive; u kidding B?
ya style doesn’t need a touch-up… it’s begging to be molested by someone with creativity
u stumbled your way here; so thinkin u can win doesn’t make honest sense
either you’re punch drunk… or the Mayor of Whatever USA approved your confidence
thought u were gonna get lucky in the tag tourney; u the worst, clown
u drug meth down… & apparently he was still under the influence when yall got raped in the first round
I beat u at ya own game, Mr inspector so lame; aint it funny son?
Your verses show signs of poor taste… mine are standing over Broke doing the Manziel money one
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Grumpy old man.
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