ten lines, i spit ten rhymes, commit crimes naw dawg, you

just pick dimes, collectin welfare checks, and pennies from

spit shines/ all the true lyrics i spit, with all the mc's i hit/this

kid must be a minotaur cuz hes full of bullshit, imma tear and

rip, bust ya lip, if i had a gun id probably empty da clip/

my lyrics are hot like burning bodies, i crack niggaz skulls and

crank shotties/ imma crack your skull too in ten spots, watch

ya brain fall out so i can hear ya thoughts, then rip out ya

intestines and practice makin slip knots, dying cuz you got

lyrical blood clots, my rap style is mechanical like robots,

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