Watch out for my ryhmes, I'ma bout to hurt you/
I checked yo lyrics they ain't got no lyrical vitue/
I'm coming on the stage and my name is kre-z/
Yo outsider, how come you and fine mind got the same IP/
You see me at the army, give me a one hand salute/
Yo FINE MIND, didn't I ALLready merk you/
I call myself Kre-z, but bitch you gone insane/
My lyrics burn you/
FUck you up like mary-jane/ (marijuana)
My punches hurt you and they hittin/
Cause my freestyle beats e-ver-y one of yo writtens/
Style, bitch you don't even know the word/ (put in a post asking what a style was)
Me losin to this bitch, man that shit is absurd/
Take some speed so I can hype thee/
With a FINE MIND like mine/
You can't check my Psyche/
My style, naw bitch you can't even see this/
And I bet you a nigga with a micro-penis/
Takin garbage out, so I put yo shit in the bin/
I'm Golaith and this time David won't win/

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