Opener:
Ya thoughts of winnin are full of liquor-
As janitor u enter the Hall Of fame to dust off my picture//

Barz is prune juiced You got no hard-shit-
I'll bury U w/ your portrait now u're an underground artist//
Ya hot season's over u're now in-winter-
u got it twisted Nowon knows u created shit like black inventors//
its cold in the earth but u receive-this-shit-hot-
u athiest? i'll still send u 2 hell believe-it-or-not//
watch me crush this pussy call me ripping-Jake-Stede-
I gnaw through weak Barz like carzed prison-escapees//
U need sum new tricks there all known-I-hear-
read the sign spittin ya Bullshit won't-fly-here//

Closer
I heard u was nice i must of been mistaken:- cuz u have no future in Rap. know why?...I'm already taken//

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