listen, Blastix you headin in the right direction to get your ass kicked/
Your rhymes more fake than Rims thats made of plastic/

And you should know snypz spit sick to perish/
Clown!, Your lines tell jokes like Ricki harris!!/

Your lines and you rhymes are nothin to be cherrished/
Cherrish this, numbers make your face red like you embarassed/

Take his bitch leave Blastix a I.O.U/
got words you dont smoke the pipe the pipe smoke you!!/


Err body know blastix carry "fruit" in his basket/
My line straight, his line bend farther than gymnastics/

your style like old bridges wit no support to it/
So your rhymes couldnt get hot if i set a torch to it/

Crunch time Come for this lil playground nigga/
Scared of pussy so this lil chump stay 'round niggas/

You aint even sneeze But Bless you Cuzzo ghost through my eyes/
Dont even post a reply!!/

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WEEZY SNYPZ