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Flyweight
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IP:
Listen up son, between all these lies I think ur an Asshole
U think ya won 47 times,… before ya even had a Battle
How could ya think ya won, when ya cant even get ya skillz to Show
Shit kid, ….u can’t even get ya text to Flow
U should of hesitated, before u dropped that Trash
Now I feel obligated, to kick ur stinkin Ass
Kid u think ya all big and thug but the only place ya Bold, is the words ya Highlight
Yeah right, these verses enter ya veins like potent “Cyanide”
I got missiles the size of the “Stature Of Liberty”,
U thought u were dropping shit off, and I fried ya ass like “Santa Clause” in my Chimney Ya verses bore me, got me falling asleep like “Bed Time Stories”
I penetrate ya brain, and scramble ya signal like “Sony’s Walky-Talkies”
I leave ya “Scarred an Torn”, I’ll win this Battle as well as the War
I pop off tops, like a druggie in a “Vitamin Store”
Like a game of Tennis I just beat ya “Six-Luv”
I’m like “Dennis The Menace”, I got a “Knuckleduster” hidden under my Glove
Kid it’s normal that u think u could win at this rap shit
Cuz my verses got ya seeing things, my spit’ like “Liquid Acid”
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