"GET DA FUCK OUT HERRE BITCH...u a lil cracka Jack bitch nuff said dont say nigga less u lookin for problems bitch made wun..."

who dis nigga tlkn 2,betta shut yo lips b4 i make a belt wit U,ima continue sayin NIGGA,NIGGA,stop frontin onlt thing u pullin is a water gun TRIGGA these words goin b
rapin U/
each VERSE,my keyboard DISPERSE,gets WORSE,than a haitain vodoo CURSE,got u
sweatin buckets so bad ur fear quinches yo THIRST,capable of smokin yo mind once
these 3 rounds BURST,yo rhymes so weak they flat LINE,n leave front LINE in a HURSE/
at least he got sumtin rite n called himself da JOKAH,but u got da wrong table we aint playin POKAH/
i spit these lasso's in BATTLE'S,like these victims my CATTLE,throw they bodies ova da horse n make'em my SADDLE'S/
my bullets like yeast up in NIGGAZ,til they soul rise up out they FIGGAZ,blow da smoke clear from da barrel once i squeeze these TRIGGAZ/
i got lyrical burial GROUNDS,where lie beneath da cryin SOUNDS,of battles lost stacked by POUNDS,where ur lost n forgotten writins can b FOUND/
"u a lil cracka Jack bitch nuff said",well i guess dis cracka preparin ya death BED,leave yo body stuffed wit LEAD,leave message's on mirrors wit ya blood RED,"dont say nigga less u lookin for problems bitch made wun",yet da only bitch is U,say nigga all i want bitch fuck U cuz i dont give shit wut u SAID/
so ima leave dis wit a"GET DA FUCK OUT HERRE BITCH",n get da fuck off my DICK"

and u cant say i was feedin cuz nigga dat aint shit u said from yo verse but yo reply in my mug shots peace out homie good luck 1 luv holla back

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