I take this rhyme one stage at a time/
Spit lyrics like grime that fuck with ya mind/
Take one look at you an take out my 9/
Blast holes in ya shirt have ya land on the dirt/
Lyrically you'sa flirt, go to cook-outs in skirts/
Givin rim-jobs that hurt, to ya cousin kurt/
I spit lyrics to prophecise the end of ya days/
Make way for the slayer in you practical gay/
To beat you ain't no competition at all/
You like a midget playin basketball, it won't work at all/
I spit to enthrall the over confident nigga with a piece/
Can't fight with his mind so he always got beef/
Nigga ya shit is see-through, like all'a ya teeth/
When I kick 'em out wiv my studs an fill ya with grief/
Break ya legs an then ya arms, an leave ya on a beach thats calm/
Wait for high tide ta see ya body ride out to sea/
And slowly drown ya, in my preverbial dream/

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