Snipe/snype*

My brain contain the stuff that make flames erupt
So treat your career like a dress-shirt, & hang it up
The words that I type down, will knock u right out
Plus I keep a rifle that will leave Weezy, sniped out*
And Its hype how I come wit personals to kill you
Plus if your considered hot, I guess my lil sister’s ill too?
Be f’real dude, or I’ll blow three shells through ya head
Compared 2 your skills, I’m Raisin Bran... “too scoops ahead”!
So you a dead man, with few brains and a small heart
I'm rap god & your like a midget tripping...you fall short!

Good luck...

-W1

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