rod this would be a fuckin lyrical diss/
soon yall gonna feel my phisical fists/
your crew would be plainly fuckin wack/
i'm sick of your faces here's a burlap sack/
yall probally wonderin why i made this diss/
fuck yall your life i couldnt give 2 squrits of piss/
some of yall aight but some i fuckin hate/
feel this lyrical diss like bullets now feel ya fate/
ma boy poison called yall out and ya ducked/
like a deer caught in headlight's u was strucked/
yall probally thinkin this is some pointless beef/
but rod take 10 shot's now be fuckin decest/
after this diss u will go fuckin ~hide and cry/
u faggot's can ~ride but u will fuckin die/
i'm sick of faggot ~bitches and be snitchin/
talkin bout they got ~riches now ma trigger finger itchin/

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