wtf sin.. uncalled for.. and ya verse was all filler and whining..

yo, i chop-heads with hot-text, sin's dome'll drop-next..
what i gots-fresh.. your verse is spoiled by sour concepts..
sparkin-the-heat, park-n'-retreat, freestyles have ya chalked-in-the-street..
take him to hells my burnin desire, scorch m' wit fire, hes marked-fa-defeat..
sharkin-ya-cheek, i'll rip ya whole fuckin face-apart..
laser-sharp, lyrics pierce ya chest n' taze-ya-heart..
ya verse could be good, just fix the endin, middle, n' replace-the-start..
stoopin-ta-hit-ya you so low, but my punches bruise-n-they-blister..
second to "nun".. just like we was racin n' i lost the cruise-to-a-sister..

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