aight dawg you called me out now you gonna have ta pay the price (Fam)

yo this fool called me out ta battle him
your fucked now cuz im the real assas-sin//
you get ya head smashed in
imma wreck you and rip through ya next of kin//
im tha rap slaya, playin you playa
get off ya knees son suckin dick aint a prayer//
yo this kid comin to front lines lookin for an easy win
i dont know how ya got to be mayor, who let you in?//
yo kid why are ya callin me (FAM)
im not ya family, reachin out ta me imma cut off ya hand//
assas-sin imma leave you gaspin,
you think ya shit is good ya rymes leave me laughin//
assas-sin you aint nuthin but a hasbin,
(fam) is that what you call rappin//
yo this guy is rappin about shit that aint real,
well im rappin true werds, while im makin ya skin peel//
assasination my lyrics are procrastinatin,
my rap style will leave ya brain debatin//
with 12 lines i couldnt spit enuff disses,
you spit 12 hits and get 12 misses//
im killin you like snake bites and poison herbs,
im knockin you out with pronouns and adverbs//
you done kid so im throwin you to the trash bin,
now people tell me whos the real assas-sin//

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Phive Is standing Tall