The table is set, & im gonna kill yet another
Cuz im the toast of the town & murder is the bread & butter

Imma pound vaskez so hard his head has craters, destroying his spline
N we know he aint original, cuz he serch for old-punches to flip like a trampoline

u aint a hero who came home from iraq when i say the whole block-is clappin *meaning shoting*
vaskez couldn’t move a crowd if he was throwin rocks at ‘em

vaskez was talking flagrant, aint no avoidin a beatin'
Then acted so rash... he needed some ointment to treat it


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