ayo...

1~im spittin bars like fort knox but goin more than gold/
im thinkin dat u played owt n all ya rhymes r old//
2~kid u never could step, so wat the fuck do u think?/
im comin at u wit weapons drawn, everything but the kitchen sink//
3~ima killer lyricist, n ventriliquist how i speak thru these keys/
u can come as hard as ya fuckin want but u aint defeatin me see?//
4~now personally i dont kno u but textually u a bitch/
ur as soft as wet tissue, n ya bout to git ripped//
5~im shreddin ya rhymes so yall never speak again/
Gaz thinkin he carry gats...(guncock)...guess again//
6~im endin dis battle in 6 cuz SixX is 2 sick/
u could have ya weapon drawn n cocked but all ya hear is "click"//

u harmless!! who u want it wit?! not me dawg u dunn!? wat up!?

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