Facin' Kon...Better Prey Famz...'Cause like Kidd My Lines Stay On Point..
Family? u aint got none....ur funeral Ima be wit ur mom, Smokin a joint..
Im merkin this fag..Let the Hollow burst through his leg...Sit down Son..
Wen i lerk thru ya bag...i see purses and thangs..Homo? we found one..
Smash this kid vocally....so this fag can really Carry Mikes on his back..
Dont mistake me..If i see u at cha show...i guarantee u gettin clapped..
You aint hard Mayn...let your guard down...and BLLAT.......its finished..
Cuz my heat stays hot............make your grave your personal kitchen..
but i aint tryna end it Nice......i show mercy on the weak..........speak..
And ill leave ya like the doctor in saw............Have 'em missin his feet..

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