Come on now this cats a clown he's goin down his names Geebs
I see he's tryin to come at me but had a hard time gettin off his knees
Geebs1 naw nigga neva dat hold a steady gat
so pick a plot where you spend the rest ya life at
I'll beat this nigga on my own I dont run wit no crew
We haven't been introduced im I Shot Ya bitch how do u do?
I think its great you picked ya own fate you made a mistake
Dont come at me with your rhymes more original than Corn Flakes
Fuckin crackhead dont end up dead you cant go out like Pac
Your just like Corn Pops except nigga "You Gotta have yo rock"
You shake holdin a gun it showes up on the rictor scale
Your highlite of the day is hearing "welcome you've got mail"
So next time before you rhyme think bout wut you sayin
U dont want ya moms on her knees for you hoping and prayin

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