It must be friday at the dumps, coz all I see is trash
Your bars sloppy, the flow must come str8 from a bleeding ass
And I'll juke your box, so think outside it till your knees 'clack'
I'll 'chew' and 'spit' your verse 'out' . . .
. . . just coz you requested feedback
Bitch, Im going to the mag as one of power hittaz
Im hot under 30 like pizza . . .
. . . 'Coz I'll lean a Tower on niggaz
And I'll fuck FI up, but I dont know no whore
His sig states he's back . . .
. . . Along whith his old jokes from 04'
Your flow is no more, I drop shit till you sick of spitting
I'll rip your legs off and beat you with em. . .
. . . just to show that you still kicking
So my verse AIMs at you so you get the messsage, "you slipping"
And the only way you flow in my presence . . .
. . . Is if your blood is still dripping . . .

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..