ILLo's verse from my very first battle on LB:
smh,you da FAKE TYPE, TEXTIN SCHEMES, but couldnt use a STEAK KNIFE, WHEN I BEEF, so better PRAY, I LET YOU FREE, cause to 'catch a predator' i dont need a DATELINE,..NBC/daMn, i got GREAT RHYMES,... LEMME SEE, peeps relate ya FACE TO CHIMPANZEES,guess you kept the SAME LINED ANCESTRY, 'a homo in progress',like the evolutionary SCALE GUIDE MADE IT SEEM/yep, GAY PRIDE, KEPT YOU PLEASED, so you entered every PARADE QUITE ENDLESSLY, to WAVE, 'HI ,MEN IM FREE!' so now your '16's fucked easy' like a DATE NIGHT PEDO'S DREAM/ my GAME'S LIKE LEBRON'S SPEED, mixed wit FLAMES WHEN DHALSIM BREATHES, but your bars are 'more stretched' than TAPES TO MEASURE TREES that CAME FROM REDWOOD SEEDS/even if i taught ya PHRASES, VETS WOULD NEED, you'd never 'lett yer knowledge grow', if ya TAKE A SPELLING BEE wit MAIL ADDRESSED TO ME/(letter), but ima be honest , you a FAIL,ON EPIC PEAKS, plus you FRAIL, LIKE ELDERLY,meaning ya flows are 'over the hills' without spendin a DAY IN BEVERLY/ im deRANGED WHEN FLEXING BEAMS, and no not 'what gymnasts' in 'olympics' DISPLAYED WHILE STRETCHING FEET, so if ya CRAVE LIFE, BETTER LEAVE, cause when i 'grip ya, its a blowout' like BAG PIPES, WHEN THEY SCREAM/
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