look at dude's track record, Poem's poetry sucks...
my punches got him 'seeing red' because he's throwing up blood...
grabbin' his abdomen, peelin' it back...
rip his face off, sew it over mine so i know how it feels to be wack...
you're losing fluids Poem! chill and relax!!!
retire the sigs and Photoshop some skill in your raps...
but that would probably be a failure too...
third grade rhymes, go inhale some glue, i got some braille for dude...
lump his face up, erase his makeup with eight slugs...
duct tape this fuck face, light bars, get your weight up...
Myoplex is your best bet...
but judging by your stress test, Death says you better get some bed rest...
reading Poem his last rights, pray to your god...
Tempurpedic Poet, i fall asleep because he' amazingly soft...
livin' in a mix of The Matrix and Oz...
you're thinkin' you're dope, you need to be choked and raped in the yard...
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wasting your bars, this faggot is so retarded...
my flows are heartless, he's special needs and screaming yogurt garbage...
mono-sylabbic babblings, you're wack despite lies...
DJ Tanner? nah faggot, i'm Bob Saget, a foul mouthed white guy...
The Hand of God devours demons, he sees this and i bet he retreats...
you couldn't hand me an L if you were hosting Sesame Street...
feeding every step of the way, i'll accept the debate...
but why is it a few weeks later, and still this 'rapper's message is gay???
talking about molesting my face...
terminally ill? you've got indegestion, i'm over here digesting the plague...
dissecting your phrases, my threats are contagious...
just to see my shows i make people go and sign medical waivers...
i should be on every veteran's play list, greatest weapon in ages...
he's upset with the changes in my sig, fuck the bets that he's takin'...
you're testing my patients, you're sick? forget it, the doc's gone...
y'all ready for Wu-Corps worst verse ever? get your popcorn...
*continues waiting*
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