u aint a boss u an employee boy please correct ya athias//
the only thing i like in yo verse wat the exclamshi-ons//
strap the cannons to ya face n then, clap ya teeth//
shells u'll b tastin em but it wont be mac n cheese//
i speak wat i feel,, n i dont feel nuthin for you other than the sorryness i get wen u try ta flow for ya morals//
remove ya post, or u, embarrased, at it
i bet my shit put u on ya toes like reachin fa the foil in ya cabinet//
i spit crack n this, flow i kind of got it mastered if//
alotta weak fucks stopped makin battle disses after it.. lol
cuz niqqas dont want no problems stop it imma b honest//
Sonny the nastiest Barz youve spit was molded candy chocklate//

holla

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