aight bitch i'll shred you again

muthfuka hatin on wut it sayz for my occupation wen yours simple doctors patient
if lose my temper you be all over tha canvas like a paintin'
tha present depresses you because every time you bend over to tie your shoe your husbands right behind you
please just leave your computer now and never look back, because your text is for squares like rolley back-packs
and "Gangsters Approved" of stoppin you in ya tracks, my flow will hang in your mind all tha time like ball sacks
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