champ of RB...think you're accomplished, son? nah..

You the champ but nothing else, so i don't wonder why you fronting
cuz if i aimed below the belt i'd discover a tucked tail..or nothing
I fuck up cell function...cuz this a storyline, and Coms the gimmick
shit'll get poppin when the plot thickens..just with his body in it
cuz I provide some whiplash to his bitch ass if he acting the clown
trying to get stripes from a vet with a bareback and gag in his mouth
I'll push you for motivation. if you ain't respond to gettin' ya ass kicked
got you approachin that next level, through the elevator shaft and past it
I bring punishment with a pen, while all the shit you write's impaired
like you fumbling for a rep which you should just leave lying there
this Com is on some weird ass shit, i'll clean clock when i ministrate
fag makin a business pitch underhanded, unaware i'm swingin straight
you ain't even explored rap, i'm writing you off in a hip hop format
i'll make a mental note of you, and outline in chalk rather than shorthand

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder