I only write shit fa me fuck what you like.Have you tied up in ya house jus fa thinkin that you tight.But you have that right,and my nine is whats left,talk jazzy if you like my slugs tell you whats next.And even when you erect,you still soft like real tits,I'll street fight ya bitch azz,hit yo chin wit a heel kick.And naw I don't feel shit,I'm numb to this world,beef wit me,leave ya head drippin like a jerry curl.And all I do is hurl,stay spittin up sick shit.Cause shits sick up spittin everythang,I'm equip wit,you dip stick.I flip quick,my mystics,and stroll on tha slow.And my competition is like mutes,cause you don't wanna flow,unless you lookin fa floor plans, 6 deep up in dirt lands.Bitch you couldn't clap hard even if you used ya award hands.

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And tha people sayHell Yeah!Blaze in dis Biotchhhh