I'll put this hot boy in a cold streak, ya corpse get cold feet, like nervouses
As far as winnin' you like an athiest on Sunday mornin', hopeless
You know this, sayin' you hot you'll get doused out
Step to me again I'll put your shh in a box, like an outhouse
Now now, you old product, move on, ya shelfed up
Your fire only increases when you be gassin' yaself up
Get ya health up, you can feel the fear in ya bones like the marrow
Only time you drop hot shit is laxatives with habaneros
You brag you spit the dopeness whenever you bust, psh!
Shut the fuck up dog, you ain't hot, so just shh!

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