Lock n' Load, my spits be sticky like when a cock explodes,
Shotgun's barrels pointin backwards, he was done before he flowed.
He was done when he pulled the trigga, not knowin I buck shots too,
Xcept my shots come bigger, his are slowin, I duck shots foo'.
I don't block punches you aint throwing or counter shots that no ones feeling.
Like the Don King of the rhymin world. You battlin? Then I'm stealing.
I'm robbing you of your dignity, of your dreams and aspirations.
Shotgun dont come with a bang, I ruined esteem and expectations.
Young Gun - You've got a future. I'll take you in and instruct.
Just don't point that gun at yourself, pull that shit, and self destruct.

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