In your presences I'm better than Martin Luther King,
Son your just another wannabe stepping in my ring,
Ding your shoes are size 7...mine are 12 an a half
My pants carry alot of weight to much for me to masterbate,
Just because you cant beat me dont mean you have to hate
I'm going to give you 4 for a battling level,
If you my rebel would stop Yoking The Chicken
You might not take such a critical licking,
Like Ludacris's song Machine1 "Move" get out the way,
You've had your day time for a true freestyler to lead the way
From the way I sway your words,
Sounds like your a rapping nerd,
You continue to come back for more,
And my Rhymes keep taking you to the store,
I'm just racking you up like the rest,
Machine when we rhyme it's like you grow BREAST
You post here again and u know I'm gonna come back
And I'll end up giving you...yet another smack,
From what you lack in rap,
The prison boys tell me you make up in the back,
You still think u can win machine,
Psssh stop licking that man ass,
You don't carry the skills or the mass,
Everyone sees your talent ranked dead last,
Stay if you want I'll just smoke you like a blunt,
I'm the #1 mic man I'm not a punk runt,
You can't beat me I would be considered slime,
Then I'd have to do time,
If I ever got beat by the "QUEEN OF WORST RHYMES"
The members would call me a blind in ryhmes,
You see I'm still mind playing,
It's like everyday I'm Rhyme slaying,
And the challenger is always paying,
Machine1 we can battle all day,
I'm still going to say...YOUR EVER SO GAY
Paying your way to the GUY NUDY BAR
...YEA..I think you'll go very far,
Your already biting into that dick likes it's a ClONDYKE BAR
Dont come here again
Your rhymes make you look so sad
That no one wants you to live here so go to IRAQ
Your dick is no larger than a little PIN NEEDLE
Damn..aint that the size of a beetle,
Let that grow on yea....you need the growth.. :laughlong:
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