Lyric u ready, my tens bout to start...
simply dround this fart, only lyric u got-the sound is soft/
i think this clown is lost, lyric not really RB...
he's just a new cat with no crew and no rap
his flow are wack, sucks so much and even blows his stack/
this hoe is crap, lyrics are waste as manuer...
face it son, your so dirty i had to-chase u out the sewer/
no doubt i'm almost near the end, son u betta fear this friend...
i'll have ya tearin to the end, as i'm simply clearin my breath/
L must be adherin death, so shook up he's appearin as stressed/....

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