Just look at the name... God must owe one Gangster a brain...
Dead cells clamer around emptiness...Open minded never meant pennyless...
Cuz without thought in range... Cranial cavity's might as well house change...
Fumbled lines don't define lyrical shine... Busted styles like grapes...
Hung like a vine describes your tired ass rhymes...
Talking bout quick spit, we know your lady only cums via clit...
Like your shallow flow with no depth... your manhood's also got a bad rep...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!