fuck it i already know wutz gonna happen here.... but ill spit right now since i aint got shit to do until later.
itz funny, thiz dummy thinkz he'z got-this-shit-sewn/
i thought i had my own style, but like Pac-i-get-cloned/
come on Tim, when you gonna say fuck-it-and-give-up?/
im bustin-this-kid-up.... he'z spittin linez wildly, hopin for sumthin-to-get-struck/
but your linez are foul, i wonder how you get positive-feedback/
my rhymez electrify.... Tim's tha next~to~die when they shock-tha-kid'z-keypad/
my style'z played out? bitch your only clownin-yourself/
time to take this child out tha game and leave em bound-to-tha-shelf/
you aint coming-back-to-action, my rhymez are morbid, take a bloody-bath-of-captionz/
you followed Tragic like a faggot, actin how your buddy-wantz-to-act-Tim/
haha yea, remember-tha-dayz? when you were leavin theze pretenderz-amazed?/
and then this savage member-just-came.... i straight up descended-your-name/
since then you've hated me, portrayin me as-a-bitch/
this man-you-bit will hand-you-scriptz that'll leave you branded-kid/
with two capitol-K'z.... wut comez out my ass is better than wut your mandible-sprayz/
since you're full of shit anyway, nobody's believin wut u happen-to-say/
this is tha Flows board, you're trespassing and you'll be shot-like-illegalz/
when tha hip hop stops, Tim getz that ass popped-like-Pringlez/
everything you say iz gay, side buster, you're annoying-like-fliez/
and if your flowz show your dignity, then im destroying-your-pride/
tha fact-of-tha-matter-is this fag-iz-wacker-than Missy's rapz/
i had-to-splatter-this young man's-gullbladder-in 2 secondz flat/
you diss me, you history, bitch you'll never find more-loc-men/
my rhymez will hit you up, leave you puffed, with a bigger head than George-Lopez/
fuck this, im sick of your shit, i dont give a fuck if i-win/
but once everyone fallz off your nutz, wut u gonna try-then?/
cuz your rhymez-dont-cut-it, they're sad, mine'z-so-rugged/
im sendin you DOWN.... just like smurf you're a hyped-ho-plungin/
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