This is my time, im on my prime, my rhymes are fully developed/
And its not that your not developed is just that you havent hit puberty yet/
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This guy is straight dookie, as expected from a low-class-rookie/
Beat down so badly by the school bully, he graduated a raisin, people LOOKIE!LOOKIE!/
You aint only ugly, you a fatty, we learned about you in geology/
Your age is determined by the number of stretch marks in your body/ (Tree-ring-dating)
Yo…..Yo….Yo…..1…………2…………3/
Feel the underground presence, hip-hop aint got a structure, You a slave, you aint truly free/
This cat acting like he got a grammy, adoring his lyrics so fondly/
Reality is your crappy, your jokes are lame, you’d lose to Bill Cosby/
You take too much credit, a score of all 1's is what you fit/
You said a new style you invented, or did Spades let you rent it/
See, you aint get paid a dime to rhmyme/
While I shine, people still expecting a sequel to optimus prime/
Make your mind up, why do you have three names?/
Did each one give you a reason why you were lame/