I dont want no beef either, Just wanna bash Ur skull and be on my way/
A.K. U get put in my closet, were the kids can reach to blast at each others face/
Im not gonna speak on U, God fucked U up enouth/
Beef aint served cold, It comes wit a side order of "shut-the-Fuck-Up"/
and yeah, I got dropped on my head, lost a cupple of screws/
I aint in my right mind, like niggaz who join Ur crew/
Or better yet, like kids who think calling dem selvs A.K. is wat them thugs do/
Im da nigga that'll strap a bomb to ya moms chest and detinate it when she hugs U/
My cloudy skillz'll shroud Ur Karma/
this nigga whatches chick flicks just to see drama/
Im on U like snake, but I still wouldnt bite U/
U getting besides Urself homie, like if I grab a sword and sliced U/

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..