u ant shit like rocky mr.t or the scorpin king, i'll have ur head fallin of like ur watchin the ring. and and 7 days later ill call u and hola, come out the tv and pop u like my colla. u'll be so scared u'll shit ur pants, the only smooth motion is in ur hands. u number 2 star out of one, u ammuntion but no gun. i through ur body in the river with rest of the young puns. my guns got more bodys than a bow flex comurtial, and my lyrical killings are contrivertial. get out of cali take a hike, and stop swinging from my dick and swing from a mic.

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