Flyweight
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IP:
Boston’s in the building…
Straight fire out da bean…clarification for dis herb………
Bitch the only time you in Brooklyn is to put ya tongue under a Flatbush…
Don’t push, ya brain get mushed, in the service cause U.S girls wont give you puss…
Faggot ass you like dudes underneath you, that’s why ya avatar on a bunk bead…
Military haircut all over for a razor cut edge, so dicks can clearly see ya ass un-wedge.
Take ya items in ya inventory to make you come out and spit like a man…
But wanted to start off like wrestlers and clinch arms and hands….
Lyrical clarity…only name you done said lately through all ya post...
Commin at me is dangerous at all times like the weather on the Florida coast.
With intent of envious resentment I implement a content non resistant…
Even with your vicious persistence with minimal intenseness your scheme is senseless.
Clarify the clarity which you cannot possible accomplish a victory…
Steroids put ya biceps in business because of your masturbation trickery…
Everybody done pissed on you that are why ya name covered in yellow….
You cant even stand next to me son you don’t roc a tall enough stiletto…
You a bitch wit ya Flintstones raps daughter of Wilma nickname pebble…
Playing star wars on Xbox would be the way for you to become a rebel…
Even B.I.G is telling you to wait, stop; to the left of ya verse…
After this you will remain up like the sides on converse…
I give you dealth, after I conceal ya last breath, while you mumble whats left…
4 you no one wepts, Your done like women with non treatable cancerous breast…
Your corpse is now a statue in remorse of a mc Donald’s menu………
You will be pissed like customers if their fries were discontinued….
Your conception of me was misdirected by your ego of me vs. you….
If I don’t win now I will later like death in final destination 2
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