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Lyrics
Your flows are insensitive, can't make sense of it
It ain't just your name I find your rhymes offensive bitch
Or just wack, you think you can touch me?
You don't have a flow or lyrics or a delivery
Anonymous Alcho... Drop the excuse
You just tryna cover up the fact that no one ever heard'a you
But then again, you ain't really Obnoxious
By the time I finished, they'll be callin you Unconcious
And whats this? You ain't making any sense
Like I put Lynx Deodrant company outta business
If rap skills were your last years wish list
You musta been a bad boy cause Christmas missed it
Your style is more plastic Pamela
You couldn't fish for this win if you were a fucking angler
Pummeled ya so bad your head is poppin
Now you can change ya name from Obnoxious to Ob-nothing
See you couldn't concoct shit like this
If you were a convict gettin cock over my writtens
Your whole flow is bitten, my rhymes? you try and flip 'em
But see they so raw, they turn round and fucking stick 'im
If 'Nox gets a vote than that kid must be brave
But its only Round 1, you should see the shit I saved
I could go on for days and never get played
Whereas you could have a million Soundclick's and never get played
Leave you in a daze, and I ain't mean like Sunday
Your rhymes so weak your finished and its only Monday
I'd say I took the win, but dawg you never had it
Leave this cat battered like a fucking roast haddock
