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New to RV
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<<Brainstorm>> Round 1...
IP:
Round 1...
Niggaz shook bu the words that i spit they cant eat//
Got saliva tricklin down dere throat like caramel candy//
And these katz cant rhyme so they basically dead beat//
Like niggaz wit no trojan on V-day dere "dead meat"//
Diamond-out to the core call me the Iceman George Gervin//
Spit rotton words to ya tee so you gunna need laudry detergent//
You got no stomach I can see it and itz disturbin//
If you got a taste of beef you'd start bleedin' like a virgin//
Lemme slow down for yall niggaz so i dun cause confusion//
Rhymes split to ya dome keep you on lock on sum spiritual prosecution//
I toke haze bit it aint for pussies cuz it can cause delusion//
Read between the lines and they'll rape you just call it lyrical prostitution//
Dont even know what havin moneyz like you been broke since birth//
Only time you had change is when you steal donations from ya church//
Straight out the preachers purse//
Since when do niggaz steal from god dawg where ya mind at//
Prolly where ya spine at, left behind on the wine rack//
Nigga i dont need weapons like a pump, nine, or gat//
Use ma mouth to rip katz, you use yours for sum dimes on the side man//
Nigga spot me from afar listenin' to me spittin complexual bars//
Ma whip blaze two colors so your witnessin' a bisexual car//
Aint noone gotta stress to me that im pushin it hard//
Cuz all yall fake ass niggaz "pushin" up is a bra//
No way to prove yaself to the game like a bitch in bar//
Ya shit is weak so ya skin slide off ya bones like chicken in broth//
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