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which of these bitches gotta itchin to be hero
im shootin these 2, and i dont mean freethrows
now mic vandalist gotta be the wackest bitch
make ya run the nation like a presidential canidate
and im slappin him, for bitin bars ya cheater
ya punches raise more eyebrows than rocky miavia
i hear ya, but vandalist's garbage on a track
the only way you win is if i thought that you were black
if the truth hurts, then my lyrics do wonders
im hot to death kid, you cant even get sunburned
shouldnt have made it this far, vandalist
cuz ill show you christ like a televangilist
no way you gonna win it, spittin that gay flow
you only multi, playa, like halo
more ass than j-lo, cant win with that noobish style
you a bigger laughin stock than martha stewarts trail
i knew for a while you been sleeped on like a sedative
havent rapped a year, how are you a seasoned veteran
please tell him, that this kid cant rap
fuckin with illness' only gonna get you claps
everytime the track starts, you surpass the wack mark
not even rick james could show you how to smack talk
get a ghostwriter to help those lame writtens
you need a fly coach, not a teacher, a plane ticket
make ya eyelids twitch when i rhyme like this
your raps is barstools.....the lines are shit
i silent kids, you a overrated rhymer
not gettin my bars like a designated driver
you tied with al nino, and you frontin vet?
i dont tie bitch, i bring sudden death
youve seen nothin yet, and when i do try
ill bring more proof than mexican moonshine
that you rhyme shit, nows a good time
to make ya exit, im cuttin the lo(o)se ties
we know you blow, ya jozins ho
so graphic i record usin paintshop pro
you aint sick bitch, how you scare vets
draft pick...sounds like hes made for airheads
thats it, draft pick......im killin this bastard
if i hear him coffin imma put him in a casket
mad quick...your a fucking joke
draft pick sounds like hes ryding puffy combs
cant touch me ho, you a sad bitch
sayin you wrote punchelines from playin madden
damn, if that aint a lie, well thats like...
all my draft pick punches came from nba live
rap about guns when we know you fakin
the only smith youve clapped for was in the matrix
biting lines just to get paid is sickning
ripped poster off like a rival street team
