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Haha i'll take this!! Spit yo boi.

Don't come 2 me with that bull , u being sweating u now smile lik an armpit,around with me u b a dead bytch, i stepped in this bytch al i smell was fear, the only ni99a puting on animal skin underwear, u a living joke, f with me and I'l put a hoe in yo fav rat skin underwear dork, haHa..

d*mn cashflow the bytch is so slow the bytch is so low I pulled out ma mic al he is blow do try 2 f with me with yo lame flow

Did he jus ? No cant be ? Did he ? Is this guy 4 real? Does he knw me?

Ur happy rap dnt alarm me , you and wat army , is gona harm me, cos you sound lyk you ghostwrote 4 barney, you a stupid btch wit a nack 4 bein a ssahole , seems lyk you rap thru da crack of ur ssahole,utter sht, i hate 2 c you stutter btch, plus you pose no threat , cash no cheques , and cash knw sense , and all da sht you put out aint worth a sentence.

4 money U hustle, i don't even work a muscle, i'm from motown, i write rhymes up side down, u have leather pants plastic boxer with a nike pen symbol, I'l kil u lik i'm timbo

Ur nt worth my time cos you a time consumin joke

Bytch u scared i don't blame u, i'm hot u not thats yo problem, u have a wack name did u mom name u,

Cashflow This guy hes dfntly prsng da wrong b*tton

Jayer u aint

These bytches want me against the wall, i jus pull out ma middle finger and sayu al, i'm not from the dirty south, but i gat a dirty mouth, wen i speak it bring death, I'l kil roast u al period, y u al proud and smiling did u al miss yo period, cash u want every thing 4 free, lik a monkey u r getting free fruits in a tree, Jayer aint i don't agree, i'm the best taking al u three, the lyrical king, now get down yo knee and kiss ma royal azz and ring, u al jus poosy hustle, I'l cut yo azz muscle, that wen u feel lik u jus , cashflow yo dad has a short dic he calls lil short, u al poosy, now u call yoselves pasoosy, ha yeah

This is da last tym i respond 2 ur lame attacks ok jayer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . Lets go . . .yo this btch jayer thinks hes jay z / fake wanabe player my vision so hazy / cos i cant eva c this kid eva slay me / he cant even dropa proper verse / so keep ur hand ontopa ur poppas purse / pull out ur sanitary hold it 2 ur chest lyka bible / cos u only flow lyk a menstrual cycle / talkin abt my name are you out ur mind / money talks cash flows , you cant even drop a dime/ and ur da only PAPUSS u need PAP SMEAR / cos you luk bruised 4rm all my raps beatin yers .

Ha altho u cal yoself papoosy, u've never fked a papoosy, never seen a poosy, the only poosy u saw was wen u came out yo mom's dirty poosy, i rap wat wil happen lik a bible scripture, i'm the bible rapture, u ma fan by nature, u gat an azz issue, clean it use yo face as a tissue, u gay, and u wont get a gay 2 day, came out 2 me thinking i'm an ease prey, run away lik a little bytch u r, i aint Jay-z papoosy i'm Jay 2 the r, the guy u girl is al over, left her 4 u papoosy cuz she's a left over, read ma lips little bytch game over, let it go i killed ya its over,

This joint is smeling a little dead bytch i'm goin pee on his dead body spit on itthis bytch

Ok let da votins begin

Laughin my MthaFkan ssa out

Ha bytch i'm the best, from the mid-west, u wack u the worst,