Max got that lemon flow, submit sour posts, this cowards dead
Think you garden against me? fuck dirt naps, sleep in my flower bed
Plays nice and dick sucks, only way this homo ca' live
Blow ya brains on train tracks and give him loco-motives
Ur a-nat-ta-me crushed with ease, while ya bitch blow this
The anatomy brushed aside with my keys, your bars are shit
Ya actions smell wack someone plz give em some mo mints
Your final life line went flat, with more name changes then Prince
This prick knows it and I got better wordplay to go with
And if my punches was heat seekin well, I'd have no hits
I don't have any heavy drops?make one when I trip this fat kid
I diss-play’d lines like urs to show what wack is
I displayed how his verse and Q's sexual preference is the same
Come on homo, your crew is like "who?" when I said your name

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