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Yo.. Steve'll get served outta habbit - for acting big..//
No one's Heard of Static - your rap aint shit...//
Matter of fact - I've had it - you one of those faggot kids..//
That flips the bird at the camera at any chance he gets..//
Cuz it looks tuff, but its fucking retarded..//
Oh my god, just look what Fred and Em started..//
You should just be original, but granted - you'll learn..//
Untill then - your another adolescent mad at the world..//
But whats sad is you haven’t even learned how to flow yet..//
So he goes on Rap boards in hope to grow respect..//
Your post last round at least showed some virtue..//
Specially since you shoulda ghosted after Cule’s ass murked you..//
(muahahhahaa) and I’ve been composed since birth dude..//
But soon imma expose – explode and hurt you..//
Just know im so fucking dope my words will – turn ill..//
Till my verse kills, and you wont make it home by cerfew..//
Wanna fight? here’s a meek suggestion..//
You better either Bring a friend or some leathal weapons..//
Cuz once I see you step’n – Lemme guess?..//
Ill probably be splitting your flesh into equal sections..//
So no sequals pending – and I can see you stress’n..//
How can you be consceeded, you just a pre- pubescent..//
Bitch, But get this – you wanna talk faggot??
MG told me where you live – so walk backwards..//
Cuz I got habbits – that will make you start packin..//
An I don’t need to rub my feet on the carpet to pop static..//
Ayo.. And if you think that you winnin.. this kid is mental..//
Maybe if you fix – your shit voice, and get rid of your tempo..//
And listen to the cats in the finals, this shit is simple..//
Cuz Poly’s got lyrics that when you hear it, it fucks up the instrumental..//
I been insane lately – so place me in a Psycho ward..//
See if your life goes on, once the fuckin lights go off..//
I’mma drop words in my verse that’ll put you on life support..//
Cuz.. im known to fuck stat up just like Michael Moore..//
I’ll just beat em till he’s hes pink.. like MG’s underwear..//
Till he wonders where he is, while he’s huddled there..//
Yawl need plently luck to spare, like twenty nuns in prayer..//
Cuz I’ll take Static out quicker than any snuggles bear..//