My ~writtens are blind~ that i spit ~sick & devine~ at dis arrogant fool who "thinks too cocky" like there''s a ~dick in his mind~/
You dont know what kind~ of~ 'state' i'm in, i spit it so hott thats it always summertime
This nigga garbage & he''s leavin a bad ~odor~,
it''s like "ice on his neck" cuz he''s alwayz gettin tha cold ~shoulder~/
Translute State Capitol like ~plastic~ & make him give up rap like old ~habbits~/
Cuz he quick to "hop" on "nuts" like squirrels chased by ~rabbits~/
I'll Rip-Ya Spirits, <with rich Der-iv-a-tives-Man/
An, Ya Soul Will "Feel-It" Like "Blind-Kids-Hands", Its Part Of Tha Plan/
I'm Like A <Backwidz Frankenstien> How I <Dissmatle This Monstrosity>/
Teach Him How Ta "Rap Properly" An "Beat-Him-Down" Like "Frisky Dogs" Using "Deep-Philosophy"/
You just commited a capitol offense by battling me, so you and death have a date
Mo Murda BKI? (his sn) son you about to Be Killed In you own fuckin state
Gods Son Don't Need A Finisher Coz This Battle Never Started/
"Slice" States Chest Wit Blades So He's "Litteraly Half Hearted"//

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