Rap Battle
I am illmatic,
I need a rap medic
I'm magic do not panic
You're lost in my world
You're dumb founded in my word
I picked up your pieces
Patched you likes stitches
Is this my reward
You're ungrateful
Loyalty was a Trojan gift you pose with
I cannot believe this
You worst than the roadside police
Picked you up like an abandoned baby
Is this how to pay me
I was your god everyday you pray to me
I can only say this watch your mouth before you bite your tongue
Let the meat you are eating do not turn to beef
Copyright © Patrick Ituma | Year Posted 2018
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