"time to time i wake up wit a rhyme in my head
television on another nigga got pop and he dead
im tired of these pussy niggas talkin bout gunz in their rhymes
it be da same pussies in battles wit da shittiest lines
then here we go with dese wannabe g's
fuckin 16 year old trick neva find her off her knees.
but enough about dat lets get outta da hood
take dat shit up to harlem ask em was really good?"-Golden Shellz

Please tell me was that written with help?/
Im fittin to send golden shellz at you so i can yell "stop hittin yaself!"/
You don't want beef, you should swallow it/
But it won't matter cuz it'll right back out after you get hit with a hollow tip/
Its probably wrong for me to diss you pops/
But im sick, so while im writin this im emptyin a tissue box/
Got that flow that you wish you got/
And them diamonds that shine, on the wrist blue rocks/
You gonna say shit bout the flow, rap about guns and ice/
But its better than them shitty ryhmes, makin fun of life/ BITCH

And thats not even tryin hard

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