Killen I'ma bring dis herb-to-his-fame, outcome of dis battle are da words in his name...
I'm workin-his-game, cuz each "letter" i'm typen is just a "Key"-to-my-flame.../

Steppin an settin da bill, like porky this bitch got murd..murde...murde..i mean KILLED...
Next i get ill cuz my verses contain some excellent skill.../

I kill dis bitch da worst-way he jacks off in his thesaurses to say he gets word-play...
I merk gays and rap da shit outya ass like its ya birthday.../

Diss my crew we leave ya in plastic bags, blastin fags, fuck ya lil 9 we all packin 4-5's and mags...
we like to cutcha and leave a mess of who dress in drags,.../

non-stoppin leave ya body rocked cuz my ten lines is i'll like you bar-hoppin...
finisher is murderin glock-lockin shott ya in ya face gotya brain matter drip-droppin.../

YO dats it ten lines getcha votes in hurr people

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