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I understand my first line pulled the wrong trigger/
but its 'flat-line' time now, and i aint talkin bout ur mom's figure/
Cos my aim's to leave u PHYSICALLY torn/
I'mma stretch this pussy out, like Voletta, when Biggie was born/
your lyrics are worn out, like timbs in the ghetto/
and ur startin to drag on ru paul in stilletos/
while my shit connects like lego/
your still tryin 2 get a solid reputation while ur soft like jello/
so the moral of the story is clear/
if u was really "all that" then you wuldnt be here