U Call Yoself Matt-matt//
But If U Meet Me U Be Meetin A Baseball Bat//
And I Hate To Have To Be So Rude//
But When Im Battlin A Faggit I Have No Choice But To Beat This Dude//
And U Can Say What U Want//
But When I Lift Up My Shirt U Better Duck Cuz Des Bullets Gona Hurt//
I Anit A Killa//
But U Will Get Merked//
I'll Chop Yo Body Up Then U Will Get Served//
To The Fiends On My Block Where They Like Tha Work//
And The Semi-automatic Left U A Stick Cuz Yo Body Got Jerked//
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