Originally Posted by
Toxin
You call that a comeback? You're not ready for my lyrical emplacement,
Come on you can do better then that while sitting in your moms basement,
Each one of my lines puts you in a sense of abasement,
No one cares about your odd displacement.
Battling me is such a shame,
I've spat one verse and everyones screaming my name.
I give you props, I'm surprised you even came,
But to be honest this isn't even a fair game.
My rhymes are off the chain,
Comparing yours to mine is, like ibuprofen to cocaine.
You can quit now, and save yourself the pain.
If you choose to stay I don't want to hear your ass complain.
Buying a licenses plate is the only respect you got,
Hell, the majority of people probably already forgot.
Sam, you can't beat me, don't try to be something your not,
You'd probably earn more respect if your bitch ass got shot.