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		Name Redeye cuz u think u smoke herbs but u just pretendin 
Look at ya lines i see ur avy's arms not the only thing extended 
You should get ya structure in shape take it to a health spa 
My punches bring heat and hate to ya chest like hell's bra 
Strangle you wit ya neck tie ta make you a killer professional 
Ya verse is holy with enough whack lines ta fill a confessional 
Lines 7 and 8 said u were great, but only at bein the head of disgrace 
Take it fed in ya face, cuz ya verse was simply red and made waste 
I'm settin tha pace, tha beatin's so quick u aint even let in the race 
Find a bed in tha lake.....i'm puttin you ta rest so you'll never awake 
		
	
		
		
		
		
		
	
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