ok nephew j, right now u messin with a bird of prey
u think a meta4 is a cliche, what when i spit and spray
when venom hit and u start to decay, but ur arsenal is dissrayed
ur rhymes ar confusing, and ar somewhat amusing, they keep on loseing
1-7 dam the record speeks for itself, sell ur body and soul 2 bucks is ur wealth
Shertown is sounding unconclusive, like like how protrusive was with ur mothers cliterus
this venomus spit, i rock the beat like sid vicous, jumping on u like i was hittin switches
when im dont u'll be left with a seven year itch,
rhymes are played and ur computers have glitches, and spits that kill and leave u in stiches.

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