reefer is a horse made for lyrically roping.......typing up his noose and still choking
blunt rolled up in my lungs and smoking......nigga is a Planter's peanut and roasting
reefer knows testin my rhymes a deadly weapon... he's gonna die by lethal injection
hoe can't blaze lines from hell, jus go to heaven...whackness isn't cured by medicine
reefer being catapulted by boulders and crushed......ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I'm still standing like unreligious life being untouched.....hoe wearin away like old rust
White Ts G don't even wear bandannas or Hanes....you'd be better off rippin MCaines
hoe's lines are earthly flat, simple and plain....my geographic climate isn't spit but rain
reefer wears a bra and his crew still ain't strapped...leaving Hatworld getting capped
ink flooded all RB pages covering reefer's raps..now crossed out with an x left black

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