my verse:
U cant handle me, ima leave J.S. Free shackled
Chop off ya arms jus so u cant hold ur own in this battle
Jus stop son... u aint Free, ya bout to get locked up
Ya skills are jus like W's... 'J.S. Free' aint got none
U got no punchlines, everythin u spit is weak, fucker
Im surprised ur alone, I thought fags came wit each other
Wanna feel some ill shit? Ill jus throw my rhyme book at him
Free's like unicycles, fucked up, any way u look at it
Look faggot, ur s'pose to come hard, guess noone told u
I won... an like ya registration date, u came in 02
...........severed.
Js verse:
this kid spits gay, fuckin with a movement u get phased/
I'd use 'norelco', but now u got me going 'mach 4', so im the one that switched 'blade's'/
clean up ya act,need prayer ill make sure this hoe says amen/
this kids a 'nut', i aint 'planters' but fuckin with me aftermath is 'roasted almond'/
claimin u sharp, sayin u never a dull tip/
cant come with new rhymes, so ill give u a minute to assemble ya bullshit/
think u ever gonn hit grammys wit stars in every seat/
please duke, u like the triple R groups garbage every week/
i dont need nobody to back my steez/
when im done he gonn need attached IV's, and more promotion from 'Dr.'s' then the 'Black Eyed Peas'/
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