You better bet on orakilla...aint no "chance" in Casino
He's bout as safe as thirteen year old boys in Catholic Cathdrals
Your rhymes is suspect.. as peterson red handed in his boat
With blood on his shirt and clothes..a rope around Lacey's throat. (Scott and LAcey Peterson case.)
Your garbage..you're best text ..is closer to septic
Doesn't mean you spit the hot shit...just accounts for your breath scent!
My punchlines hit hard with ample strength to make yo ass back up
My flow reverbrates thru ya spine.. wit force like two crashing mack trucks. (Matrix 3)
Your an herb..I'll smoke you twice like resin scraped from my pipe
I jab with the left only to make myself some room for my right
I'm the king of many...while you can't even govern yourself
Can't even be proud of the first win I get under my belt

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