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Jefferson!!!…first of all why you battlin me
You think your whack rhymes rattle me
Just for battlin me I’ma put bullets on ya chest like a Washington throwback
Heat you up like a bullet from da mack
Wit my rhymes I’m like a gun to ya head
It’s my job to make you dead
My punchlines ain’t the shit and yours ain’t either
Stick my blade in you and watch you bleed out so much blood that it could fill up a liter
Bust you over da head while beers still in my beaker
And kill you by makin you choke on a sneaker