Aiight. . .

Ok, This Fuck Tryna Play Hero For Credz. . .
No Balls, So He Has To Hold His Boy's Instead. . .
Before This Shit Even Started, Shoulda Known You Was Done
I Dissed, Then You Dissed, Hey. . Like Father, Like Son. . .
You Were Never Ill, So You Put It In Ya Name To Feel Special
Can't Read, You're Not Cred, Even Wacker, Lemme Help You
I'll Attack You Dude, Just Like The Crew, I'ma Get Um. .
Ya Punches Are Pussy N Passed Over Like A Snake W/ No Venom
Serious, I Have A Tougher Time Lightin' Ciggs In The Wind. .
Then Battlin A Tick Who Goes, Nuts. . Literally. . For His Friend. .
You Think Big Words'll Win You Brownie Points ? . . . Please. . .
Get Ya Boy Credz N Ya Can Both Down My Joint, Then Hop Off My Nuts N Ya Knees
You Insist On Gettin' Pissed, Stickin' Ya Nose Where It Don't Belong. .
Well After This Verse, This Lunatic Who Think He Dope. . .
. . . . Will Be Clowned On RB More Than A Mainstream Song. . .

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