I’ll Blast-Soul-Killer, cuz this Cat’s-No-Iller, than a Wack-Flow-Spitter
Your ass can’t drop “dope shit,” like a constipated Crack-Smoke-Dealer
Think before you Start-Threads, cuz I’ll squash you with my feet like you was my Toe-Jam
He's constantly masturbating cuz that’s the only way he could take matters into his Own-Hands
Don’t fuck with a me, I’ll shut you up if you don’t Lay-Low-in-ya-Songs
Cuz spitting my rhymes will leave you more “assed out,” than u in a Thong
Smoke this Gay-Hoe-like-a-Blunt, and rob you for every Dollar-Owned
Then pop my collar as soon as I’m finished popping your Collar-Bone
Crack your Hollow-Dome, cuz despite your name you couldn’t Doom-my-Spirit
They say "knowledge is contagious," then your stupid ass must be Immune-to-It
Leave this Bitch-Scared, and I don’t let the Wack-Recite so I’m gonna close your Casket-Tight
Coming at me with your weak rhymes is like trying to shank Superman with a Plastic-Knife
I’ll make you Pass-the-Mic, you should have just Resigned-from-the-Start
You aint a criminal, even if you served alcohol, you wouldn’t be Behind-any-Bars
You don’t Rhyme-with-any-Heart, you must be in Need-of-a-Donor dawg
Plus you think you can “rock” the mic, by trying to Speak-like-a-“Stoner”
I make you Take-Shots as I Spray-Glocks, but you aint got no Guns-to-Blow
I got Tons-of-Flows, so stop acting gangsta and trying to Shit-Talk-like-a-Thug-Wit-Flow
Cuz stepping to me is just about as dumb as trying to Crip-Walk-in-a-Blood-Hood

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