I’m declining all your health; you’re coming up killed//
You remind me of myself when I wasn’t this iLL//
I’ll sputter and spill vocabulary all over the floor//
If you aint know that I’m raw, motherfucker get real//
Get touched with the steal, bigger holes in your pores//
I’m getting known on the boards; ripping dozens at will//
I’ll rumble until, victory and completely off yours//
Kid I’m the Designated Pro at this Link like a Golf Course//
I’m writing? Shit, he’s sleeping; I’ll prove this fool is dormant//
You’re on West Coast; at 7:20, I wrote this before school this morning//
You’ll be murdered in blood, cold, never heard of this thug-ho//
He “quotes” his “punches,” he’s the only person who “does tho”//
You can slurp on the nut yo; you can slob this cock//
I said I was on the block, as much as you admit to Tim working your butthole//
You might just savor, this loss when I write the flavor//
You’ll leave this round 2 upset like the Lakers//
You’re swiping papers? Sheeit… Kid, please//
Maybe you’ll get rich if try to be even MORE like Tim C//
Cuz if you keep using his style, you might actually reach the…//
Point where the faggot student surpasses the teacher//
I’m spitting potently, you’re flowing hopelessly//
I’m dope you see? Even your idol, Tim, will give his vote to me//
ha... need to take a shower... im late as hell
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fuck school...
OH THREE!!!