Weak comeback? What the fuck are you talkin’ bout?
This bitch is playin’ me, it’s time for fucking wipe out
I’m steppin’ stones with ease while your stumblin’ over blocks
Blasting so much heat, I hit you with an aftershock
You need to stay away from the fiber caus your shit’s outta control
What’s worse: constipation or havin’ your shit in my bowl?
I’ve regurgitated lyrics better than whatever you got in store
Even if you robbed an arsenal, you’d better hit the floor
Cus when ya jaw and my knuckles connect, yah better pay yah last respects, cause death is all you can expect
Hope you understand intelligible dialect
Prepare to face God. I can’t judge you but I can send you to his façade
I’ll chew you up and spit you out in a fucking wad
You mess with me, bitch, and you’re sure to get fucked
Though your balls won’t be using their fricken sweat ducts

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