Waste of my time putting these words to text/
Soakin these cats n hang them to dis-infect/
Only props im givin is to Daubs n his ill dialect/sike

Im quick to kill STFU with swift verses//
the undercover sniper in cyphers, ya shit's worthless//

-unf- spit curses, murda ya lyrics at top speeds//
Mimesis "fumble the fireplace and you still wouldn't drop heat"//

YM a hot 'G', with gasoline, breath and fire lyrics//
my entire crew, focused on killin this tired queer shit//

My Sharona you used to be in our crew but never used to SHOW~TO~BATTLES//so we left you in ya push chair to master the art of TROWING~RATTLES//
and Yo.. lame force .. oh ..Flame Source, I'm tight on battle stages//
rearange ya destination, like a spiteful travel agent//

I heard that STFU volunteer for REAR-PROBES/
They needed flava in their head, so instead i pissed in their EAR-LOBES/
DAUBS this is the first n last time u'll GET-TOLD/
This ain't no game of poker but I think yall should STILL-FOLD/

2 lines left, i'm stressed. forget-it/
left these mc's messed. didn't even need edit,
so i'll put down the mic and call STFU a medic/

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