Check it...

Theory...there's a haze in ya eyes, let me clean that, see clearly...
You have no chance in this battle...I ain' gon merk you...I'ma beat you silly
You from South California? Why you on here, you should be farmin' oranges...
The only way you dope...was if Santa's reindeer were actually horses
Dawg you can't fuck wit me...you wanna loss, here come and get it
'Cause there is no theory in this...You gon' loose...no need for scientifics
Stealin ya funds...bitch before you accepted this was fuckin' finished...
I'ma leave you destroyed...no talent, no skill...sittin' wit slit wrists
I'ma drive up to your car...cash in ya and, blow ya brains out, it's funny...
At least you can be like Tupac...'cause ya got ya mind on ya money...

A'ight half assed should be enough I think...

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