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Detrimental Thoughts
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IP:
Look you wanna be Obie Trice, motha fucka i'm droppin the dice but i aint rappin for my life
Let's get this right, you think goin 2 rounds might favor me, it'll favor you fo' sho' aight
Don't act like we tight cuz this aint quite a battle man it's a lyrical fight
My rhymes so ruthless that they'll knock out yo' lights
You call yourself a One Man Band?
This aint rock, this rap and if you aint used to it then don't come back to rap music
You didn't just come to rap you flew to it
Rap didn't work for you so go rock, go back to it
That name is simulated to you, straight pussy and there's proof to it
Like your rhymes shown
My shit just put your nose on to the grindstone
And you call yourself the master of mul-ties?
I'll merk the shit out of you in every category and win with ease
Please man why would you fuck with shit relentless as this?
Should just call this a 186 cuz i haven't murdered you yet bitch
Goin against you aint a risk cuz i control you dude like i was your ventriloquist
The most illest of our time rhymin with many buckets full of skills
Your rhymes stink so bad that it had everyone rapidly leave the building like it was a fire drill
I know my rhymes give you chills all the way up yo' spine faster than plants fill with chlorophyll
So man get real cuz you aint ill, my rhymes kill yours faster then i actually could one of those bitches from Sill
So call this a 187 now cuz my rhymes murderd yours from a-z
From 7 11 to a gro-ce-ry store man don't you resent goin against me?
i want 1 verse
Now uppin for votes
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