your styles cut and paste, you’re all control x and control v… take a line from your rhyme book then try to apply it to me /
that’s cool, whatever it takes i don’t mind exposin posin fakes… spit a verse down your ant hill equivalent to earthquakes /
thinkin i flow like you, fool don’t even try and flatter yourself… style inherently original beyond sale or theft from even the top shelf /
that’s your problem, you’re run of the mill, for sale at the local five and dime… all your gay imagery got me wonderin on which side you tryin to ride /
and so you’re abraham now, huh… well that must make me the burning bush… now go kill your kid you fuckin sheep and hurry i’m in a rush /
laced, defaced like a porn stars face by the sticky white paste… but it’s a win-win situation since you’re getting paid for it plus lovin the taste /
laugh when i think of the fifteen or twenty minutes i spent on this battle so far… and how you’ve been grippin your pencil so tight and long the lead givin you lock-jaw /
spread spent the last two days and nights locked air tight in his room… wit riddelyn, a rhyme book, some scissors, lube, and a big ole tube of elmer’s glue /
a mad scientist jackin off every ten minutes to the thought of my syllabics… tactics too tragic for you manage son this is far beyond damage /
it’s detrimental enter the mental and deal with the hand i dealt you… even your girl told me “last time you fucked spread’s mind that deep, I swear I felt you” /
don’t know who you got by the panty strap cause dog it can’t be me… cause i freeball when i freestyle it just makes me feel more… well free /
you’re overconfident dog and it’s blurrin your vision obviously… i gave your punk ass round 2 just so i’d have something to do here in 3 /
i flip your script and turn your words on you have you hatin of course… cause you spent your whole day salivatin and creatin rockin on your war horse /
then in walk syllabic smooth as shit unrehearsed and disperse… a freestyle outwittin your best written spittin diverse it’s perverse /
look i could pound you all night but i don’t beat dead horses… oh and i just flipped ‘3’ on you too so i got three more corpses /
since the third round is cubed guess that means i’m three times as rude… spreads just three times as lubed waitin for them votes so he can get three times as screwed /
next time don’t get your facts misconstrued…………..

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