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IP:
face it kahn ya text sucks, and ya writtens are nut, gathering L's got you yelling fuck like your cellular phone minutes are up theres nothin between us but ya recievin shots in ya speakin box that will make you bleed from caughs till ya breathin stops
I feel bad for your parents cause they had you, just think if the condom didn’t rip I woudnt have to blast you, your mind wanted to battle but your tongue attacked you, telling you, your wack fool
kahnsheinz? shit is dumb, I laugh at your name besides your nose you couldnt grasp a flow if you were trapped in a wave, your wack and gay. hood love? naw kiddo you aint a hustler, you couldnt see a clip while working at blockbuster
I'll fire sixteen slugs to separate ya cage with clean cuts
& leave ya guts hangin from ya waist in the same space that ya spleen does, misplace ya every doubt while provin ya efforts are pre school cause ys style is wearing thin, like anorexics in see through’s
i spot ya fakeness and rush ya in stealth mode lyrical army fatigue,and leave shots in ya dome bigger then the gun bigs rocking in ya sig, look it up im to advanced for you
cause my style humiliates like ya dad de-panstin you
I'll shatter ya back, see I don't leave rappers in tact
Evidently leavin you in fragment, just as a matter of fact, break ya arms back like staple clasps until ya facial gasps
Then jab ya navel with fatal stabs to leave ya waist with a fatal gash
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