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Originally posted by Matt Dillon
I'm about to seal this niggas fate/
he got a love jones for music but he aint Lorenzo Tate/
im on fire, shit i roll over fools who wan test me like 17in tires/
no rub, no dubs/
i shitted on you and now you need a tub/
ya flow is garbage and thats puttin it lightly/
i spit verses that make you wan fight me or just bite me/
you all gassed up and nowhere to go/
you won some battles but im the one who stole the show/
but cut the chase/
your performance was like the peppa spray mace that cleared the chicago club place/
and we all left with our tongues numb cause your style had no taste/
you lost our faith/
i'll be suprised if meters even shows his face
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