yo why am i batllin you son your easy, beatin you still couldnt please me// you cant handle my ill rhyme, im sour like lime, you cant battle kid your just a waste of time// yo step back cuz i throwin emcees outta my path, ive got mad wraith, im makin niggas feel bad, how can you be spittin rhymes, that you neva had//
imma ice ya with pleasure, im better, to every measure, your just a guest, my lyrics are blessed, i take aim at ya chest, ill knock ya out like the rest// yo son you cant pass this border, im spittin new order, ill seal ya mouth like im spittin mortar//
now time ta close this kid, its time ta get rid, no onees in ya fovour son cuz i won, yall know i did//

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