• StudSpud The Starchy
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    1 year ago
    stupid rap

    Yo, sit down and check it
    Before you mess up
    And wreck it
    This is a war of attrition
    My rhymes are not missin’
    We all know I’m winnin’
    In this game of prose-chicken
    So be aware of where you tread
    Don’t let the rhymes go to your head
    Though poems aren’t my buttered bread
    My lines are tight and won’t be shred

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      1 year ago

      Yo chill playa, i weren’t talkin no smack
      But shit, now that you’re bringin’ it… Your rhymes are whack
      They lackin’, you slackin’, you tracking to go broke
      This ain’t no joke. Your rhymes, yeh they keep time
      But mine? They come with that essence, that effervescence
      Maybe I’ll teach you some time if you can keep that ego in line
      🎤⬇️🤛

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        1 year ago
        lame reply poem

        I fell asleep before I saw this diss,
        You win, my friend, sorry for this.
        I didn’t turn up and reply in rhyme,
        Your word’s superior, for now and all time.\

        o7