An ape could rhyme in fours, that s***'s a poser's facade
I'll call you Kevin Nash, cause I'm about to tear your quad
You call me diseased, but it's you that is impure
Your baseness is the sickness, and I am the cure
Doctor's orders, take your medicine, follow my regimen
to lose the estrogen, maybe you'll stop being so feminine
Cut you open, take your talent, if there's any left in ya
You're a fraud, a coward, more yellow than Binya Binya.
Your lyrics are empty, about as harmful as a rash
Putting you down on this track like I'm Snidely Whiplash.
I conduct this battle, think you can win? You shouldn't.
You'll be going down as the little rapper that couldn't.
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I like how each new topic you make reveals such varied facets of your idiocy. - foolmo
[NO BARKLEY NO PEACE]