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Originally Posted by Sonny Barz.
i smacked COUNTLESS-THUGS, so i'll easily OUT-YOU-CUZ
my dope text just 'Smoke Meth'..not talkin BOUT-DA-DRUG'!
punches hit u so hard, docs'll feel ya MOUTH-WIT-PLUGS
i'll pop OUT-DEM-PLUGS when i aim at ya MOUTH-WIT-SNUBS.
i'll have em 'watchin wut he say' like his 'HOUSE-IS-BUGGED'
or like his 'EYES-ON-HIS-LIPS', REALIZE-I'M-THA-SHIT
i wont stop barkin til you REALIZE-I'MA-PIT!
i spit 'Real'...you just spit 'REAL'-LIES-WHEN-U-SPIT
n' everybody REALIZE-IT-SO-QUIT..
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FUCK B.E.S.T....
from now on this is how im gonna start my FREESTYLE...
let niggas know im a BEAST NOW.. i was raised in the STREET CLOWN...
with my gun in the air like a protestor.. im just raising my PEACE AROUND...
while im HEATING niggas down like adjustible spring...
you dont know what the Fuck i'll bring.. Mack that'll KICK BACK like im FALLING ASLEEP...
Got GATS i stuff all in THE JEEP... while you claiming ya crew DEEP(b.e.s.t) WEAK RUN THROU ALL-YA-MEN...
Cuz ya starting to fall off LIKE WEAK ORINIMENTS...
after i grab the knife an start BAGG'IN on ya like DUNK TOURNAMENTS...
look i done tore-ya-men... bullets like flight.. you can take a TOUR WITH THEM...
and keep squint'ing your eyes.. cuz u gonna get drop thinking you a Ruff Ryder like JIN..
and i dont need jenny crage to let me know ya chances are starting to look THIN..
i'll just grab the shoty and start BUST'IN WITH THEM.. an leave HOLES on ya the SIZE OF RIMS...
said ya had GUTS... well im gonna start ripp'in them out from WITH-IN...
and leave the rest of the TRASH on the STREET like i NEVER SAW THE BIN...
im a Serial killah... blasting at you dude like max volum on u'r stero...
leave'in more holes on ya then a box of cherrio.... (cherrio cornflakes)
my bar authentic... your the generic kind with played material...
so there no WAY YOU FUCVKING WITH ME... like CRABS ON A HAIRY-HOE...
IM BACK FUCKER... bet ya didnt miss me... and i know its so true...
why miss someone WHO BEAT 2 of ya crewmate.. AN CAN SAY... I RAN THROUGH MORE THEN HALF YA CREW...
start calling me MASTER... Fuck joing forces... where no where near affiliated
i'll SQUEEZ ya NECK till ya face turn HALF BLUE.. then slash ya other side to make this look GANG-RELATED...
there no way you can MATCH ME... I SNAP SPLEEN when i ova-react like a DOSE OF CAFFEINE...
this cat mean... you a SICKHEAD?... THEN my Gat'lll Give SHOTS LIKE A VACCINE...
spiting out quicker then a MAC-MACHINE...
AND Leaveing you DEAD STIFF like you pledging for the MARINE's.. MOTHER FUCKER...
you lucky i gotta go BITCHES..
300 J.G WE STILL RUNING THIS RAP SHIT....
EITHER YA RUN WITH US OR GET RAN THE FUCK OVA!!!