I tear u up to "pieces and bits"/
Word on the street is u faka than "silicone tits"/

U look like a cyclone hit u with "lyrical shit" D/
It looks like ur meant to be losing to me, on RV/

U lyrically declined, verbally disabled/
So I labeled u retarted, "special ed", only place u could be stable/

Ur like a laxative, u just "burst out shit"/
U "drop in decrease", like a "reverse stock split"/

Dio Deus u say u tha bomb?/
I'll diffuse u twice, before u can even say that im wrong/

Ima a Hitman Solja, u cant fuck wit this//
U cant even cum yet, u just "hold back pis"/

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HITMAN INC MOTHAFUCKA