black well wack, and you couldnt spit a nice verse on zoloft and crack(happy pil)/
spitting against mic deamons, guranteed to get ya soul lost, and ya heat eaten/
you so false, fuck around and get a loss, or bette ryet get outlines in chalk/
id slice you wit some words, but damnit i think this kids a bleeder and hed never get to spit his verse/
keyed up, against me this gets beat up, T'd up/
even if you was kanye you could walk to find jes-us/
please us?, never so just stop makin empty promises/
pull out more of ya teeth than ya orthadonis-did/
verbal abuse, virtrue is-true, murdin you not leaving ne permenent proof/

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