You Never Lived G angsta, don't pretend that you have...
What kind of thug's right hand's his best friend in the bath?...
Why i bother to ask, i'll have that lover harassed and cut that arm off for stealing shit you don't even have...
Feel a demon's wrath, you fucking eat from my tax...
Unemployed cocksucker, retract your tactless attacks...
You wouldn't be the shit if you lived on laxative snacks...
You got plaque, not plats, bitch you need Plax...
Or Listerine; don't smoke that, it's a two leaf plant...
Just believe what you see, it ain't some type of disease...
My rhymes pop when you read like you got DT's...
And every line goes together like they're siamese...
The quips dripping out your lips won't get bit by fleas...

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