Now I'm not one to play-tricks but I 've had enough of gay-pricks
I'm running rings around this fool like I was Neo in the matrix
I really got to say this, man, however hard you may wish
I'll still beat and heat your verse until I serve it like a cake mix
you're beggin like please god, another crib this evil G's robbed
another family left for dead without a phone to call the police on
here's a floor to plant your knees on, you and your diseased mom
'cause, like a presidents cigar - I like to stick up pussies dawg
In this battle your just bitching, 'bout the lyrics I be pitching
beat your verse with it's severed metaphors til it stops twitching
like garms with loose stitching it's your notepad you should be ditching
as in: "if you can't take the heat get the fuck out of the kitchen"

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