You talk about your lyrical blows
But only blow you got
Is when your on your knees payin' for hoes
Callin' me a masturbater
Master Blaster nigga
You confused like Micheal Jackson
Am I a nigga or Am I a cracker
But I'm still ill when I rapin'
Somethin' you do only at the job
Niggas like you talk big shit
But pay for studio time by slobin' on nob
I hope your sober cause I'm bringin' some red rum
So get dumb
Founded in the lost of a mystical journey
Your body bruised bloody
Wrapped in gauze layin' in a hospital gurney
You should never challenge somethin' that you can't conquer
Go ahead and bring the lyrical ammo
It's guaranteed you'll need more to stop this demonic monster
The only future you have is being found decapitated
Going up against the most hated with lyrics that just glisten
Like white people and sun tan lotion
With your last words being I should of listened

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