smoldered n charred, cant carry my weight - so ya shoulders are scarred.
plus like experts at limbo, to even compete you had to lower the bars..?
press ya flesh, leave ya 'lines shook' like 'mistakes on an etch a sketch'.
i flex the wess, battlin K? i thought 'brand (k)new' i was 'fresh to death'..
i'll make ya chestless, i 'stole ya shine' - might as well 'take ya necklace'.
cause fuck effort!.. i could 'eat bran half asleep' like 'flakes for breakfast'..
no one cops ya trash, hesitate to shoot N trust - i react and pop ya fast.
stop, ya trash! see 'don-key whack', that explains why ya 'drops are ass'..

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N/A (But I'll Probably Beat You.)