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- Severe lack of real competition boredom got me passing out
- Looking out for A game rhymers, apparently this clown the benchmark don't ask me how
- No backing out, got a target now for this supposed "legend" who sleeps more amateurs than Casting Couch
- November of the No nut so I gotta bust heads instead
- see check the record, I don't inflate my wins on weaklings rather the hard bets,
- using God's breath and raw sweat to make Jack o lanterns of large heads,
- poke holes in domes like DOC and duty calls so Mav the target I gotta AWP next
- Challenge call sent, Maavy reply like "Hey! Listen!" You made a name for yourself, swear I was gonna send you a challenge LINK at some point!!" I was like "nigga when?"
- Like OOT, fairy boy better action more and talk less
- Frontin' like he wasn't trying to dodge the check, swear this pussy more Feline than talk text!
- I'll admit his setup on point, cookin' more little fingers than tykes on easy bake oven lights,
- but the punch game basic like White bitches and pumpkin spice
- 83% win rate I'm like "shit he must have done something nice"
- t'il I glossed over his losses, the real names got him stiff as ALS,
- so he gotta keep challenging for charity wins like he got that tub of ice,
- Now I gotta test him, and since all ya little kids wanna learn how to proper grip the weapon,
- gather round old Spark got some sitter lessons
- STEP 1, visual similes in coherent sentences,
- like a naked un wiped fat bitch sitting on a dude t'il his wind pipe dented in,
- Omega bars snuff him on the worst kind of fetishes
- STEP 2 references,
- like who bout to put his streak in jeopardy, ask Trebek who that cancer growing, creep on him to set the sleep,
- Don't be fooled by his nasty spit he like the centipede, queue in row for that shit talk on recipe,
- STEP 3 familiar melodies,
- got a bulb over head, you know when a hotline bling, it can only mean one thing,
- RapPad victories all he got to go on, Mav been sucking hard at life ever since he left the titty
- Yall with me? Vote it now, We beef? Butcher barn he the hopeless cow,
- trembling like quake from an open POW, young Escobar the dopest out,
- Tryna grind baller figures like LeBron on lay ups,
- kid's playing a poor mans game, he "chest" less than A cup,
- Omega been the shit like I'm that Chris Robin bear cub,
- Panda to Grizzly quick the switch can get polar hairy, could tell what Mav ain't got a pair of,
- Had to blind the verse, cause if he saw it first he'd pull out,
- like Xi Jinping he wouldn't want the crowd to "Bear" witness to the animal he he afraid of
- Yea I can tell he got a bitch streak, ain't talking chick meat when I say
- in prison he likely the type of jailbird to share Doves,
- Speak of animals, I hear Logan had to carry out his dead parrot,
- this Maverick gonna need more than a single PAUL bearer,
- Wildest dreams thought he could sprint ahead victorious,
- until he woke up found his legs meddled with liked Pistorius
- And unlike Oscar I can ACT innocent, this ain't a welcome intrusion, Mav will get caught out like Reeva and the last door she touched,
- Lyrically grip the TECH for the bounty hunt like Dog missions,
- Mav supposed to be the boy genius, he wont see the brain blast coming, dead before he can process or render the draw distance,
- The scrap can even go ring side my jab swing system shock like Blanka,
- his legs jello dizzy rocka Mav drop swear he hear the ref counting backwards like the Star Wars saga
- See me equals 50 Mavericks, these niggas all wack "O" that relief, top shelf in the cabinet,
- been the Aspirin but for my opponents headache when "I PAD" the threat messages think FB,
- they can't seem to make my face go away even after they flick a tablet
- This them heroin high verses, clear crystal methods got em hooked to their screens
- fiendin like they picking from a different gram,
- itching scabs, turn your yes men to henchmen while perched on the throne with a menacing villain laugh,
- Come see what those writtens lack, he had an alphabet scheme against RDA
- Bet he though "FUCK! I'M GENIUS...." Christ I was thinking less than not
- Corny man, Papoose did it, Arsonal did it....
- Mav must of took some real power pointers from Microsoft on forcing gimmicks, they really knew how to kinnect the dots
- Now see If I don't make you watch what I did to your "exes box" when the "Cam not on standby",
- Tell me this ain't your career path Mav don't be that child...
- You know, the kind of poor decision that stares back at you, a haunting reflection of everything your Dad tried
- No more wins for you kid, swear this egghead done been spoilt like Caillou,
- Parental abuse, smack him around any way that I choose,
- after this bruising he can do the "Crip" walk in crutches drawing blood, not talking Piru,
- pen game sick enough to influenza population,
- Mav got a slight chance when pigs fly but as it stands, he can't even spit swine flu
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