u tryin to murder mic wrecker wit dem lines wat kind of shit u on?/u da type dat'll shoot at a nigga wit da safety on/time is money my nigga and readin yo verse wasnt time well spent/i'll be damned if i waste 5 minutes again to read yo 2 cents/ u speakin about gunz like u popped one, squeezed and banged it/when u jus let butcha get in yo anus an bang it/how u think that shit gon slip past my eye?/butcha, slaughta u just tryin to be like that guy/well u better leave and come back to me wit a better plan/two wrongs dont make a right and 2 fags dont make a man/it boggles my mind why u wanna b him/do yall have a good time, play dress up wearin thongs and lady timbs/i been had flow since above the rim, like duane martin/ya IQ must b single digits caz a smart nigga wuld have known wat he was startin/im a serial killa like hannibal lecter in his prrime/the only way i'd stop killin ya is if i got charged wit black on black crime/i no bout movin packs, but i also no about dem hoop dreams u chasin/ enough to no dat it's gon take more than a 2-3 zone to stop my lines from penetratin/so jus clamp ya lips dont fuck wit mic/get back on yo knees and put butcha dick back in ya wind pipe/get a tissue pussy to make ya eyes more clearer/an wash yo face off, dem tears is stain ya mascara/

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