Hitz UppIn His Game!

Ya Condition~Of~Spitting, Leaves Me Wondering Why You Picture~A~Vision
Those Shits~Are~Pre~Writtin' & They Still Suck, You Get Diminished~Like~Victims
This~Kid~Is~Finished, Why Does He Insist On Further~Punishment
I Hit You So Much With *Acid* You Could Literally Murder~Nurishment
This~Kid Stands Less Of A Chance Walking Outta This Then Christopher~Reaves
You Couldn't Be *Dope*, If You *Chewed Herbs* And Started Spitting~Some~Trees
Dumb Fuck, Listen 2 Me, Before I Hit You With Fifty Different Stabbing~Weapons
I Travel In Light Speed, That's Why Ya Quick Death Happened~In~Seconds
I'm Grabbing~The~Essence With Both Hands, You Know I'ma Destroy~You
I'm *(W)rapping~These~Presents* Like It's Christmas, Virginia, I'ma Just *Toy-You*
I Choose~Illusions Abuse You, Leaving You In A State Of Mass~Confusion
Leave This *Herb~Uprooted* It Seems Like You Copy-N-Paste, It's Raps~Ya~Looting
No Way A Crew Will Have You Recruited, I'm Undisputed, Ya Just A Waste~Of~Space
I'm Taking Victories~Easily, While This Faggot Decides That He Hates~Tha~Pace
Ya Style Is Disgraced-N-Mis-Placed Like A Dice On A Chess-Board
You Shoot Yaself In Da Chest~With~A~Tech So You Can Say That You Express~More

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