no punchlines, metaphors or similies
you're blowin in the breeze
u kno my steeze
i just swiftly get em on they knees
straight to fetal
my ish have u tighten up like kegals
im regal
i mean royal
im shittin out loads
got u more open than a toiletbowl commode
your shyt rusty
u just corrode
no bass in ya shyt no barratone
cuz my shyt go around ur clone
like bobbin cones
ur an outkast send u out to just roam
stick to a poem
this battle shyt aint fa u
you're on ya tippy toes on some fag shyt
not realizin ur fuckin wit the baddest
and youre on the blacklist
or baglist
bag lady rhymes better call tyrone
beat u to the grissle of ur bones
check the tone
LEAVE THIS BATTLE SHYT ALONE
it aint for u
u got no meat on ur bones
youre with the netgeeks, emos, and drones
foam-in at the mouth u got rabies
youre shyt aint sayin nothing
its for the babies
if u quit now u might save urself
maybe...





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