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New to RB
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IP:
E-yo, you stupid muthafucka, can't you tell that I'm better
Like J. Kidd vs Ward, you dryin' up while my shots get wetter
You Lust for a win, but battlin' me, you just Jockedyourself
I advise that u give up on this battle for your mental health
You tryin' to battle with Hot Streak, you barely beat crunch!
How da fuck u here on RB when u can't throw a decent punch?
Today what's for lunch? Oh, it's Tactixx' muthafuckin' bitch ass
Wack bitch couldn't catch my rhymes if I threw em a underhand pass
Tryin' to defeat the heat but ur lamebrain can't think of da Tactixx
Dick's as lame as his skills, tries to make it big by coverin' it wit plastics
I look at you closely but no matter the angle all I see is a big joke
Maybe you could spit somethin' a little better after you get a smoke
Hot Streak signed on RB to burn bastards like you into the ground
Okay, I'm done playin' bitch, time to take ya back to da pound.
Later
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