am back to spit shit off the brain, gun claping battling me u incyan
i'll vibe to ya name, like MTA my work is to ryde on u like automatic trains
my spit lava hot fire, it'll cremate ya bones till i use u'r ashes to fill my blunt
i'll tie ya neck with a bunggy-cord an host it live on faces of death stunt
i'll hand-drill this nut, an thats befor u get screwed in this battle
automatic loss, danm if ya computer had controllers ya hands to brain'll get rattle

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!