Dis is it all the gunz cum out against dis lil nigga K-M/
i wanted ransum but he saw and ducked cus he aint wanna lose again/
its okay i supposed K-M can be my bitch i no wat he's gunna say and exactly how he spits/
Talkin bought dis is fly-e a cheatin bitch are u guna run and get ur other alias/
and throw the crew out tlakin bought Fuck B.E.S.T/
but we ran torchered and threw these niggas called 300 J.G./
all is i hear is how good ya'll are/
except the only ones sayin it are the dudes flamin in barz/
wich are the only heads in ur crew sayin that/
how u gunna have a leader named valentino wat a fag/
Ransum wat is he ransuming on/
He's prolly holdin K-M for ransum or valentino's thong/
It dont matter K-M if i win or loose/
Cus this bein out is gunna fuck ur whole crew/
these lyrics are sick made and my style invisible/
Cus when i hit u wit a punch like homicidle rituals/
ur a habitchual nigga, ur death is unwishable/
so dont pray to god bought dis battle u bought to get served/
Cus after i cum threw ur gunna need a bag on da waist for terds/
im smashin dis nerd and and ur whole damn crew of dicks/
Cus ery one on this site is tired of hearin "300 J.G. we run this rap shit/
well wake up dawg cumon its a new fuckin day/
How do u run rap if ur on the internet wit a dead site in vane/
Imma invade this joint cus u cant run the net/
remember the next time u wanna fuck wit the BEST/

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Fly-E
The B.E.S.T Crew
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