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IP:
Ya' career took a dive off the deep end, there's no reason to battle you-
Claimin' you wear a vest, but walk on the shallow end of the talent pool--
And maybe we should post this on a different site, cause RB likes me-
Dawg, I'd get more replies on a sig test, then you do on an open mic peice--
Lessons are cruel, ya' endin' up with ya' brain matter spread on ya' tooth-
I'll throw ya neck in a noose, and send your medics out on stretchers with you--
Not to mention ya punches, so watch this dumb kid get kicked in the stomach-
Crippled in public, and left with his legs staple stitched to his crutches--
I'll stand on ya' block, with hands on mah glock, and flowz that'll dismantle ya knot-The only way you hittin the 'big time' is boxin' wit 'grandfather clocks'--
But I guess you're fit for tha' comp, I punch key's and I landed a few-
Woah!! easy faggot.. I'm only grabbin' ya' ass to hand it to you--
I'd run through ya' crew, now you next on mah list, so wit clout I blast-
Make you bite da' bullet, til there's nothin' but lead comin' out ya' ass--
This shits more then a mismatch, you're under armed so your holsters fit-
Ya' rap career is like a 'limo wit no driver', you got nothin' to 'Chaffeur'(Show For) it--
Weezy, you're just an act, you're not worth mah time. Imma target a sucker punch-
I'll 'plant' 'left and right hooks', and give you a whole 'harvest' of 'uppercuts'--
Tek got more 'Def Jams' than the 'hearing' impaired on 'busy streets'-
Imma replace ya' 'vital organs' wit a 'Turnip', so ya heart don't miss a 'beat'--
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- Deja Vu -
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