..IIGHT....


Distinct Direction..Infectin Ya Shit...
You Would Think..She'd Spit A Sly Weapon..But I'm Wreckin Wit It..//
Rejectin Ya Spit..Emittin..Splittin Ya Disk..
From Spine To Orbit..Miss Dane Ain't ILL..She Should Jus Forfeit..//
I Spit Morbid..She Forced Wit..Tore..And Slit..
Slick..Shit Rippin Dis Dame Clit..//
Fuckin Wit Sin..Lemme Guess...Tryna Be Famous..??
Ya Spit Consecutive Lameness...Ms. Danna Becomin A Tamed Bitch...sIn punch in..Like Foreigner Language..//
Ya Fucked Quick..Stuck and slick...Dis Ain't a Game Of BIRDS..So Don't Be DUCKin this..Luck Ain't Shit..//
I divide Wit Linen...Decide Rhyme Lines..Da Damage I'm Sendin...Destroyin Yung Woman..Killin Dis Chick...//
I'm Explicit Wit It...Da Fifth'll Hit It..I'm Gifted..
When Liftin A Rhyme..Decline And Decide Upon A Time..//
When You Die..I Remain Another Prophet..
I Hit You Quick..My Gun Revealed Constant..//


NEW STYLE..MAD MULTI'S ILL PUNCHES.....

Jus Checkin Some Shit..Ya Know...

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