The Best

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My flow and lyrics are juicy, like some Capri-sun

Yours goes downhill like "That 70s show" reruns

Better know I'm the best, just call me The King son

Your hoes are on my track like candy, because I have lyrically sweet puns

 

Try rapping against me? Please, just stop now

I'm stacking money, you rap insecure while I'm on lock down

Crapping out beats better than yours, hear it: "Bloink, splash, pow"

This kid is lacking skill, while mine is abundant like Jaws mouth

 

It should be classified amusing seeing you rhyme to music

Good? Naw, your bad kid, laughing till I die, thinking you can do it

My look on rap, you should be qualified to make beats and use it

Not put in crooked words and lines and pass it off as 'Awesome' stupid

 

Everything I just stated, is what you need to follow

You can't, your late ass mind is inattentive and empty, call it "Sleepy Hollow"

Your brain is to downgraded to even understand a solid flow

You'll never make it as a rapper, none left to be said, scram pronto