Like The 'Metal From Pistols Clickin' U Hear A 'Clink When Im Gunnin'//
Put 'Concrete On My tip' And 'Put It to Ya Brain' So U Could 'Think When Im Cummin'//

My Divine-Scriptures, Interwine-Mixtures Of Mind-Pictures And Sinister-Quotes//
That Wont Administor-Hope, Cuz You 'Fuck'ed When I Drop' Sorta Like 'A Prisoners Soap'//

u soft like rain cant be sick or hot even if u cough out flames//
if your raps fell off a necklace they still wouldnt be off the chain//

After This 'Rappin-Fight' Ima Have The 'Braggin-Rights'//
Like 'Porn Vets In Virgin Roles' Your'e Only 'Actin-Tight'//

i'll Start A 'Circle Cypher' 2 The Beep Of Ya 'Hearse-Reversin'//
While U 'Struggle 2 Write Good Lines' Like 'Muhammed Ali' Tryna 'Write In Cursive'//

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