heard ya cheat in battles & hide in shadows like jackle.
son ya look guilty, like nixon at a watergate raffle.
ya gonna come all gangsta & shit like ya body was built.
closest ya been to bloodshed...was coughin up strawberry milk.
yesterday i sat & read prez's shit...& developed a hate for the kid.
saw ya avy & thought i was taped...cause thats the same shit i did.
prez ya name dont ring bells, so dont expect nothin but L's.
ya like hotshh! with ya fillers, ya punches duck the details.
kid dont impose, ya like NWA cats writing books bout mosely.
how are ya gonna diss me? read my title...ya dont even know me.

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