V1 24 Hours From Now, I’ll be still around/ Digging up potholes, then kill ya sound to fill the ground/ My skill abounds over yours in comparison, Cause you square and It’s embarrasing/ You can talk to the hand like Mr. Garrison/ Your strategy is to pass time/ Figured that if I posted first, then you could get in the last line/ Praying that you’ll surpass mine, with a punchline and a crass rhyme/ But I be Def with the language without the hand signs/ I put em up and you can’t climb the edifice/ Cause I’m phatter than Cameron Manheim with the rhetoric, I’m a Landmine to stepping degenerates/ And I’m bettin I’m even better when edited/ When it gets into repetetive doses, you’ll be beggin’ for more like I was a medical sedative/ I’ll pull your card and leave ya discredited/ You see, my style is like a family reunion, because it’s all relative/ You’re outta your element, in America with a peso/ You can’t deliver your own rhymes, like a pantomime at a stage show/ You gonna need backup. coming up with another production/ You’re style is akin is to your site, you’re whole flow is under construction/ Been a cartoonist since birth/ Since your sweating my records, go check the package because I dissed you on the insert/ You’re better off as a comic/ Cause Punchline artists get framed splattered and hung like a painting from Jackson Pollack/ So, crack your wallet, cause your raps are squalid/ Cause you suck more than porn starlet’s mouth in a black hole with a vacuum on it/ So, swallow it whole, nigga, pride & all/ Show the same ignorance that made Master P decide to ball/ And actually since your stal I’ll win with apathy/ Cause I’m a threat veiled as your teacher like the aliens in the faculty.
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