lyrical smashin,threatz get a beat-down//
streched out on his block, now call his city Dead-Town//
im back in da thread,postin,roastin any1//
i think u like bein dissed...u always above me son//
b0ut ta black out on dis premature punk//
melt em wit hot lyrics,even his spirit is fearin my spunk//
u online so plz reply back//
or imma roll up on ya whip,empty shellz were u and ya guys at//
see me da red chucks and khacki suited//
like bone thugs record label dis soldier is ruthless//
dont be foolish thinken u can hang like clothes-lines//
run up,i hold my..ground..dont get clothe lined...down//
imma just stepin in unannounced//
half da spittaz became quittaz...can u see? they all bounce//
da fuckin phenomenon dropin bombs like da iraq thugz//
i clap clips,and flip bricks and krack backs wit slugz//
re'up on drugz weekly//
and im not digestible so no rappa can eat me//
play da wall,or get smacked up son//
head butted wit da gun,and i kinapp ya son//
hold em for ransome till u give up da mic//
play stupid,like cupid..slugz to ya heart taken ya life//

lets go

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