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you had a chance to clash with a wack verse now its over
th0mas couldnt get a crack winnin this shit with bakin soda
you ugly faggot, i thought i told you id roast you
speakin of roast you hungry you fat tard, how bout i toast you
i know in chicago you get smacked on streets
he stays drunk off the thought that he could rap on beats
but you terrible, atrocious with a side of garbage
16 talkin bout packin guns rockin bling are you retarded?
aint nobody believe that shit
hes kate moss behind a mic stand talkin like nobody can see that bitch
please, im enef you th0mas, i think the rankings fit
but out of 64 you dead last, im being honest
cmon chubby, i figure youd post when i did
then again, if i was you id also be scared of my shit
check it, hes not scared hes more than that, step aside
now that i think of it, he a fake tree, thom0s petrified
but ill let it slide, but when you rhyme its tragic
his verse is literally sick with HIV its that kind of magic
my verse is meth, and with it you could lose weight
snort my dope lines u beach wale it counteracts what u ate
in due time, this dudes rhymes'll hacked on the track
i buttered the rolls on his neck, and cut the fat off his back
fatty, he gets belittled in school right
now i see why you didnt post, im assuming it was a school night
ahh now we get it, and sex you dont get it
you a disguisting piece of flab fuck yea i said it
with that white tee you resemble the michillin man
who told you you were nice, you a simpleton stan
im a beast on the page, nonetheless you yeast on the clit
tag him up, and put the piece on his face
i dont need to spit hot lines homie its a fact
when he sound like ernie from sesame street when he rap
everything about you is fake from ya life to ya tracks
its december faggot you can take off the halloween mustache
