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ima break ya arms an legs like a weatherman give ya fourcasts
lucky i cant see you cus i wouldnt know if im spittin at ya face or ya ass

u already sweatin and shakin hiding behind your curtains and blinds
da one couldn't be flippin the script if u actors was rehearsin ya lines

i leave ya ribs n lungs battered burnt n bruised, bring you back to re-use
lose?,illamtic? re-fuse....i leave you more nervous than jews at barbeques

ya call yaself tha great one when you havent even elevated to good
the only time this guy is gansta is when he drinkin milk from tha hood

(switchin styles up )

tha one got no punchez like missin-fist, add dis kid to my jus got murked-list, im pop dis kid worse den a cancer-cist

bitch i got mind-control-hoe tha one jus got smacked like my-last-foe ... ya mind must bomb cuz your thoughts-just-blow

put you down in shame like sexually abused children as i seek to elevate da ones on RB to date men i’ll complement 1 bar for your every 10
lonely faggot wit no friends you best express regret compromise and make amends and i’ll beat this barbie like i was a drunk abusive ken