eh yo there aint a nigga dumber than him
only thing "elusive" about this G..is ya number of wins
them things fly str8... at this fly weight
dont dive late, or u end up wit ya mind baked
n u aint a G u should use a "W"
cuz u'd b hard pressed to find a "win" if u looked in front of u
im fierce on tha rap, n u just simba on tha verse
runnin ya mouth a little more n u'll b livin in a herse
the slugs pop, make ya lungs stop
givin u blod clots with nothin left to take a mug shot
no need discussin, like he is bustin
ya raps make me sick so i guess he's "discuss"tin
u not hot dont believe the public
look Britt boy put down the mic, pic up some Tea n Crumpets
i aint even worried..ha like this boy could play me
he so wack he couldnt get a "crew" if he joined the NAVY
i dont need to go hard on u, ya rhymes get smashed in general
on place u need to 'drop" ya verse is in a trash receptical
im that incredible, n u stink, like any smoaker
cuz im them Gator skin shoes, n jus "penny loafers"
no comparsons, to compares a sin
how this nigga would have the audacity to dare to win
im preprared to grin, when ya dome is leakin
throw a grenade, ya whole clique blown to pieces
im sicka u, stop frontin like u tha bigga dude
u a rusty shovel rapper.. cuz.... NO-body's "DIGGIN YOU"( ooooh)

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