spoiled bitch

I can tell you're a spoiled little bitch by your lambo pic but everyone knows flexin means u got a little dick and u say you're a prototype but not a pro to type u comin to fight like it isn't midnight, probably past you're bedtime little bitch go to bed you can't rhyme you little shit. You actin like you're heat which is funny cause you're rhymes are icy but I'm literal fire just got rushed off to emergency with 3rd degree burns cause i caught myself ablaze on a stage in a cage i couldn't control it i was spittin with rage like a skyrim mage. You're literally such a illiterate little bitch why do you try to battle me my rhyme scene is intelligent, not from college this knowledge is uncomparable to you bitch you're terrible i manage to do so much damage that this lyrical revolver is a problem solver you spit like a todler on crack. Im gonna rock a glock and hit the block like tupac before his clock ran out so like the doc ima murder u like a never heard of you cause this static is automatic like a ak you're gay no way you win this battle cause i killed glory rapper this is just the collateral cause im a level with the devil red like a bull some energy in this bitch im on this microphone using homphones but you're just a shitty shady clone ill make it known that im treating u like vietnam and dropping the bomb lyrical nukes is what i got, lyrical flukes is what u rock. Im writing this poem off the dome like im made of stone cause its 2 am and im not writing lowsy im not drowsy im wide awake call this shit your funeral im boutta take your life cut through you with a knife and pin needles like voodoo