It's on?/
Like you for the past three months/
You're raps are gone/
You dropped off the face of the planet/
You steal your rhymes from your friends like you was a bandit/
And I have to hand it to you, you have a little skill/
But you're just the run of the mill wanna-be rapper/
You pull your rhymes off the walls of a public crapper/
And I ain't one to map out anotha' rhymer's style/
But all you're capable of is stealing raps off of 8-mile/
But while you'z been gone/
I've been settin' things straight/
So this here is my last reply/
No need now to instigate/
Boy, I just can't hate/
I have my gurl now, she's my mate/
Startin' over with the Lord now...
It's a brand new slate/
So stop with your little rhymes/
And your little gay ass cries/
It's time that Virtuoso flies outta here -
Bird style/
So I'm bouncin', yo...
With the last word/
Peace ~
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