I bust a rhyme on the spot with you threatening to use a gat but instead you got shot,
on the dot is where you gotta sign, for you well knowing my shit will push you over the line,
your mental status is below fifty, with my quick blows and flows you can call me swifty,
i'm shifty and i just crossed the line, now i'ma spit then rip your head up off your spine,
wine and dine with your girl, and i'm, gonna open her legs and hear her whine,

I'm unknown and i'm an untold story thats about to unfold,
i'ma hurt so many MC's with my shit thats direct and bold
i'm blunt your a cunt and you just put up a front,
like when u when you drive you think you'll stunt, but you just fuck up and end up crawling out,
yo homie give me a shout, if you wanna fight lets do it now and about,
You swing a punch, i duck then you get snuck and get uppercut,
now you're wishing you woulda challenged some other fuck.

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