This win is in the bag, so just quit ya bitchin’
It was a brown eye...until you went to prison
And the next time I challenge you, just say no
Cause my lines are over ya head...like a halo
I’m not through, bitch. So Death is what u get
U’re a test dummy, I just use u to try new shit
I’m just too sick, Plus all my lines are flu-like
I’d say I’m spankin’ u, but that’s what u’d like
I’m just too nice, and son, your just garbage
This match is like a no-show...over before it started!

Good luck, homie...

-W1

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