In this game I spit flame to 'fire' ya fam, releasin agression...Depletin-a-mess-and chalk this nicca to the game when teachin-a-lesson// Get beat-till-ya-breathless, screeched-till-ya-fleshless...take his fossils n hang em under my cheek-like-a-necclace// Now ya fam's fired from a brotha's agression...while you unheard of, they searchin for anotha profession (madd professor)//...It's me you test? Oh there's no question, I'm the best, you best be steppin...violatin my space will force me to place your cardiac arrested// So bombardin that suggestion, you should retire cuz it's a fact...that you paccin a lot more WACC than a lumberjacc's axe// Slumber ya maps n runnin through youre defense like marshall faulk...Take your punches n CLOCC YOU OUT ya biological clocc//..........
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..........aight my nicca, good battle. *daps*, I aint got enough time to write my verse cuz I gotta cut out to a party. Stay up, One Hunnid..........