battle me, ill leave you dead, in a medical corner//
its over, ill hit you with my keyboard and beat your crew in alphabetical order!//
im a chemical solider , that poisins where u slumber at///
i lay under "tracks", im so sick i can spell my name with a number pad///
like thunder claps, imma short curcuit your mics///
and erase whatever you write, cause im not the soft "type"

next weap: dog

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GangGreen

"It aint all about economy///So the fact that all these wack MC's is makin G's dont bother me///Honestly, my number one policy is quality"