You get set out too long ya boy Dot'll melt you like "ice"
Make yo life upset when i get into yo head like lice
Cant "pick" da germs out, cant detect yo infection
Dot'll help dawg, get inside you like a C-Section
Im puttin yo rhymes to rest, like 'LUDA' 'go to sleep hoe'
Put em in a jaw, then a coffin, then six feet below
I'm the clean up man, when i merk cats with bare hands
24* year old 'angel', I'll rotten his evil plan
Assasinate his dreams, call him Martin Luther King
When it comes to plottin his downfall, J DOT's a fien
If ya life just about weed and raps*, then I would say its worthless
10 min to flow, but you still got hit the worstest
I think yo feelings hurt, you prolly nearing yo death
But I'm done talking, you could have the last of my breathe


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(we still cool PICK...its a battle, gotta go hard)