I got you

Bout to start a crime becuz my 9 full o' clips/
Do you write on toilet paper? cuz yo rhymes full o' shit
I just made a new way to die, make a nigga "mike slain"/
its kinda like sayin my mike game's like Mike's game/
ostrich ass nigga i put yo face in the sand/
you wacker than that island nigga from Making the Band/
It aint a graduation when i make these caps glide/
plus i got guns bigger than J.Lo's backside/
My guns spit hot shit whenever the flame's on/
you would think my ass found it on a mission in James Bond/
cuz you feel my rhymes when the punches hit you/
yea we can battle, but i rather just slit you/
i spit lines hot enough to injure satan/
but Blaze gifted with the blades like Ninja Gaiden/
Fuk wid my squad dog, you get rattled and dealt/
cuz the only way im losin is if i battle myself/
you cant diss Blaze and think there wont be a fight, boys/
my rhymes haze and spank like fraternity white boys/
you betta run wheneva Blaze see ya and step guy/
or you gon die before your time, like Aaliyah and left-eye/

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