Aiight....

Ayo, Kriz is comin at defined wit new hard rhymes/
ya better think quik aiight? cuz u runnin outta time/
This bitch is going to be first to die in tha front line/
Hit him so hard all tha time now he litterally blind/
and he tryna think of somethin but this masta mind/
stopped him dead in his trax, all ways claimin he got gats/
but i dont see shit besides plastic super soakers/
Now wat bitch u dumbfounded? Rip out his intestines/
Pass em around 2 ppl 2 sho wat'll happen, wit instincts/*
Man fuck you, bitch you gonna die and rot motha fucker.

Quik shit so yeah.

*- My instincts told me to rip him up basically.

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