aiight, aiight, let's go try to rhyme here.
bitch you bad, im worse, it's like a motherfucking curse.
I spit the truth, hit you harder than a drill on a gaped tooth.
Im the king of the jungle and I rumble against all you fucking
apes, hype beasts wearing bapes are just pinners, cause im the winner,
cause you're all just fakes, understand your mistakes, the mistake you
made challenging the king, but bitch you the end of a shoe string, the
part no one cares about, and when I attack, I go all out.
Im just in the spur of the moment, but it hurts, don't it?
Aiight, im finished trying to diss you, but remember this,
when I say your name, people say who because you don't
matter, and im done with your chit and chatter.
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